Staring back at me, on TV, in magazines
Look so good, like a box of fresh wrapped Twinkies
What the hell happened to me?
So I took a drive to a rich and wealthy country
Saw everything I wanted and everything I need
Went right up and tried to join their party
You oughta seen the look when they saw me
F*cked up eyes, stupid grin
Perfect people won't let me in
Who's who list, where's my name?
They won't let me join their games
I bet you think that I'm insane
There's no one left for me to blame
Screw the perfect people
F*ck they all look the same
We're not much to look at
Too short, dumb and so fat
Never gonna win a beauty pageant, it's a curse
Always gonna be a better doorman
At the best clubs
How could things be any worse?
Don't have much to go on, don't want your opinion
Don't have much to gain and I ain't got much to lose
Looks like you got it all
And I'd really like to get some
You got something I could use
