It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor
Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure
It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain
It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain
But I'm tired
Nine hundred sit-ups a day
I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay?
I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say?
No! I'm painting my hair the color of mud
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Aw, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school
Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you're some kind of clinical fool
It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love
It's outrageous I can't stop thinking 'bout the things I'm thinking of
And I'm tired Nine hundred sit-ups a day
I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay?
I'm tired, tired
Anybody care what I say?
No! Painting my hair the color of mud
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill
Take me I'm an ordinary player in the key of C
And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity
Who's gonna love you when you're looks are gone?
God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?