skinny dudes in tank tops and it's ten below outside
the eye of the beholder on the floor tonight
who's the toughest of them all, I'm pretty sure it's you
I hope that Disney sues you for your Star Wars tattoos

I don't consider myself anti-fashion
it's just I don't care much/at all
but when you take what's mine and turn it upside down
I'd rather go home and stare at a wall

they advertise it and you pay the price and
while you're on top of your game, man you trivialize it

your ego's writing cheques your body can't cash
you're so full of balderdash

Jesus saves, Gretzky scores
clothes make a man, kids make the clothes
sheep in wolves' fancy stitch
but more like dogs doing tricks

skinny dudes in tank tops and the rage feels out of place
it's time to put your money in your angry face
bottoms up to counter-culture, what a sweet disguise
this one's made of sugar, spice and everything nice

it's the Asylum version of rebellion
commodified and cynical
I see a fireplace DVD run in your eyes
I'd rather go home and stare at a wall

your ego's writing cheques your body can't pay
you motherfuckers play too much GTA
you've got your orders to obey