The Joke's On You - Louis Logic

My, well isn’t that mighty wonderful baggage miss?

Remember when that sentiment was meant for bellmen busting their backs for tips?

It’s sad that it’s glamorous to have the chicks

With the ugliest damages in front of these cameras

How many shows do you know boast underfed famine-ists

And hosts of overweight folks who don’t get enough of the sandwiches?

It doesn’t attract interest seeing someone amass riches

Or coming to grasp fitness even half as much as the crash pictures

It’s a crass sickness isn’t it?

How many meritless heiresses will it take

To bury America’s head in the sand or ever embarrass us?

The difference between 'em and tweens wishing to be 'em

Is whether or not these idiots ever get jobs, they get an inheritance

But everyone’s doing it, so what’s not to like?

Get your fame and your shame on under helicopter lights

It’s not okay.

It’s not alright

We’re all gonna rot inside from the crap that we watch all night

But the joke’s on you

That’s what they want you to do

Let’s not open our eyes

Till it’s too late to choose

What a lucky bunch of little brats just look at the times we live in

The lives we’re living almost seem like we took 'em from science fiction

But is anyone happier?

Did you find enrichment

With more than folks before but you’re just doing more crying and bitching?

Won’t all the guys be smitten when you finally fit in

The size you did when you were six and all thanks to that fine physician?

Don’t you know trying is sickening and caring is uncool?

Think of all the television time that you can spare from a dunce stool

Staring at some foolhardy parent who hardly cares a

Bit if her kid ever does school if she wins some darn tiara

And the part that’s scarier is the «everyone look at me!»

chant

That makes some cruel smarty pants kid say he was a fan of a shooting spree

Something must have rot away.

Someone must have got their price

Everyone has got theirs, eh, but it was a lot though right?

I’m not okay.

This is not alright

If the plot don’t change soon no one’s gonna want their life

But the joke’s on you

That’s what they want you to do

Let’s not open our eyes

Till it’s too late to choose

The joke’s on you

That’s what they want you to do

Let’s not open our eyes

Till it’s too late to choose