They know you've got nothing to lose
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Because if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too
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Dazzled by the image of the self-made man
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They hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand
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It's not what you are, it's not what you do
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It is what you've got and who you'll screw
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Your boot straps were broken before you arrived
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Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
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People get shot for fucking clothing
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The nation's best dressed genocide
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Style is the bait put your hand in your pocket
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envy is the hook and there's no way to stop it
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They will reel you in everytime
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You watch the images on your t.v.
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It's full of plastic people who you'll never be
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They want you to feel ugly because it sells more shit
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you've got to measure up or else you'll never fit
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It's not what you say, it's not you outlook
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It is what you've got, it is how you look
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The pageant was over before you arrived
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Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
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People carve up their fucking faces
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People get sick for others eyes
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Sit back, don't worry about nothing
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Does anybody see the irony in cloning sheep?
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Yeah, that's just what the world needs, more sheep
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Like there aren't already millions of us
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There's already millions of us.
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Super Models Don't Drink Colt 45
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| Dillinger Four |
