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Super Models Don't Drink Colt .45 (Dillinger Four)

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 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 hand in your pocket Envy is the hook and there's no way to stop it They will reel you in everytime 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 you 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 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.