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