Skinny white thing you're the king
You're the queen of them all!
But your brain's off the hook
There's always a crowd that falls at your feet!
Ain't it great, to be fake?
Livin' in you're own wet dream!
Strut like a king and you pout like a queen!
You might be fine, unique
And if a mirror could walk
It would jump up and kiss you on the cheek
And you love the haze of clubs and places
With drippy girls and smiling faces!
What did you take? Ain't it great, to be fake?
Like the drugs that you take!
Like the people you rate!
Like you're father's estate!
Like the girls that you mate!
Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing