is your worth what you own,
or is your worth what you've earned?

tell them i'm dead, and i'll be there tommorow.
tell them what i said
and if you can't walk on your own legs,
just get in line and follow.
it's like a train, and i refrain.
i admit i'm miles from the style.
but i wont lie. i don't even try.
i could care less who goes by.

but you're so popular i don't know you
and you're so special you don't mean a thing to me.
and you're so beautiful that you disgust me.
and you're so cool i think you're a fucking idiot.