come count your trophies and stack em high,
it's funny how reality can pass you by
little girl wanna be as pretty as she can and she lives by whatever it takes
the lights in her room are all dark-
and living doesn't hurt if you haven't got a heart so why not,
why not taste the pain?
you've got nothing to lose and nobody to blame
a hard shell for shame
so come display your skillz,
cuz fuck lonely nights with empty bottles and pills
at 5050 fills per shot cum take her for a spin
and i hope you like your sin with skin
cuz you can count me- out

it's all for plastic- walking in your sleep
it's all for plastic and it's only skin deep
it's all for plastic- here's to your health
it's all plastic so you can go fuck yourself

gasoline and broken glass
shaking in your coffin as the hearses pass
are you afraid that nobody can hear your screams?
cuz we're out here,
we just don't care
pretty my pink, i can smell your stink- makes me sick
and i don't give a damn what you think anymore
back down against the floor
all for vanity, profanity and hells galore
liquid candy whore- suck it up, hold your breath
is it a taste of life or maybe just your death?
or better yet another chance for me to see right through
because it's who you fuck but who the fuck are you?

The American trademark, our symbol its simple.
The bald eagle spread open wide.
Oh miss American pride I despise
The lack of respect between your thighs
And all of the lies inside your eyes
Oh with that your glassy look of plastic pain,
close your faith for heavens sake.
And that's not how I want to take what's within you.
Get some more confidence and button up those
Pants of aimless a