Martina Says Lyrics

MARTINA: There's a lack of spice in every Art Director's life
The Suntanned Ghost is lying face down on the floor
There's a lack of spice in every Copywriter's life
There'll be no waiting around for the Man anymore

Now He's gone and what's the meaning?
I can't see why He had to sacrifice his life
It is yourself that you're deceiving
I shouldn't have to tell you so