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