DILLINGER FOUR LYRICS

"Super Models Don't Drink Colt .45"

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

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