These words are transcribed without permission the way they appear in the "Swords" album. Additions to the printed lyrics are in darker text while omissions are striken out.

Christian Dior
you wasted your life
on aroma and clothes
fabric and dyes
Christian Dior
you wasted your life
on grandeur and style
and making the poor rich smile
when you could've run wild
on the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
reckless and legless and stoned
impregnating women or kissing mad street boys
from Napoli who couldn't even write their own name...
Christian Dior
you wasted your life
sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve
when you could have run wild
on the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
reckless and legless and stoned
impregnating women or kissing mad street boys
from Napoli who couldn't even spell their own name...
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
When you look at me
failure is all that you see
I disciplined my days
just like Christian Dior
I could've run loudly and proudly
all forcible entry
and morally bankrupt
and never non-violent
and drawn to what scares me
and scared of what bores me
years alone will never be returned
Christian Dior
Lionised maverick
design (if you can)
the way
to just
...be a man
to just
...be a man
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior