Tried to keep myself from

Falling in the same trap

But I fell in anyways

Watch myself fall faster further

To the ugly bottom now

Getting closer everyday

Now people see something in me

That isn't there and wo't be back

Now people think they're friends with me

Cos they think I care and their hair's dyed black



Deep down, really far inside

You know that it's not true

There's a thing called a dollar sign

And it's the only thing that hooks me to you



Now feel so alive

But I feel like a whore

Fill your head full of lies

To get you into the store



No such thing as the underground

Just a bunch of little people

trying to make themselves big

No such thing as the underground

And it really doesn't matter how far you dig



I looked I mean I really tried but

I never saw anything that you all pride

Just a bunch of little kids with

Corporate symbols in their eyes

Who were looking for a paper to sign

Deep down, really far inside

You know that it's not true

There's a thing called a dollar sign and

It's the only thing that really interests you



Now feel so alive

But I feel like a whore

Fill your head full of lies

To get you into the store



Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big