Super Models Don't Drink Colt 45 Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - 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.