Supermodels Don't Drink Colt .45 - Dillinger Four

They know you’ve got nothing to lose

'Cause if you had a chance, you would’ve lost that too

Dazzled by the image of the self-made man

They hold out shiny things and 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

The nation’s best-dressed genocide

Style is the bait, put your hands in your pocket

Envy is the hook and there’s no way to stop it

They’ll reel you in every time

You watch the images on your TV

It’s full of plastic people who you’ll never be

They want you to feel ugly 'cause 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 others' eyes

Style is the bait, put your hands in your pocket

Envy is the hook and there’s no way to stop it

They’ll reel you in every time

Sit down, 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 billions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already billions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already billions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already billions of us

There’s already millions of us

There’s already millions of us