Take a look at your haircut You're killing me
Take a look at your glasses You're killing me
Placement of the piercings You're killing me
Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight
Take a look at your ripped jeans You're killing me
Take a look at your Converse You're killing me
Get a shirt that fits you You're killing me
Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight

Soon we'll be in the clear
When we get out of here
Where style is function
And our egos make us fight
For now we'll live in fear
We're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Someone blow it up tonight
Please blow it up tonight

Now we're cloning sheep
Writing garbage in their diaries
Reading their AP Watching Fuse TV
Kill it, c'est la vie
Fashion show = your scene
Bomb the industry
Then run away or watch the blast
I'm getting out, man, kiss my ass
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
I'm going nowhere nowhere nowhere