come count your trophies and stack em high,   it's funny how reality can pass you by   little girl wanna be as pretty as she can and she lives by whatever it takes   the lights in her room are all dark-   and living doesn't hurt if you haven't got a heart so why not,   why not taste the pain?   you've got nothing to lose and nobody to blame   a hard shell for shame   so come display your skills,   'cause fuck lonely nights with empty bottles and pills   at 50/50 fills per shot come take her for a spin   and i hope you like your sin with skin   cuz you can count me- out      it's all for plastic- walking in your sleep   it's all for plastic and it's only skin deep   it's all for plastic- here's to your health   it's all plastic so you can go fuck yourself      gasoline and broken glass   shaking in your coffin as the hearses pass   are you afraid that nobody can hear your screams?   'cause we're out here,   we just don't care   pretty my pink, i can smell your stink- makes me sick   and i don't give a damn what you think anymore   back down against the floor   all for vanity, profanity and hells galore   liquid candy whore- suck it up, hold your breath    is it a taste of life or maybe just your death?   or better yet another chance for me to see right through   because it's who you fuck but who the fuck are you?      The american trademark    our symbol is simple   the bald eagle spread open wide    oh miss american pie I despise   the lack of respect between your thighs   and all of the lies inside your eyes   with that blazing look of plastic hate   cause your vain for heavens sake,    and thats not how I want to see what's with in you   get some more confidence and button up those pants of famous and shamelessness   You've got potential, I'm hoping eventually you'll find the right guy to take advantage of you.