Supermodels Don't Drink Colt .45 Songtext - Dillinger Four

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


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