Comb your hair, you're a star
Hide your filth in the door
Roll your arms in the mud
Hope to god to look like one of us
Found laying in a pit
Almost buried by the sky
Hiding in the dark makes you scared of what you'll find
Pictures of your face, but it's changing all the time
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
What d'you call it?
