Skinny White Thing

Skinny white (skinny white...)

Skinny white thing

Skinny white thing

You're the king, you're the queen of them all

You've got style, you've got looks

But your brain's off the hook, hanging in the hall

In the car, in the bar or out on the street

There's always a crowd that falls at your feet

Like the girls you mate, ain't it great to be fake?

Skinny white thing livin' in your own wet dream

You strut like a king and you pout like a queen

Skinny white thing

You might be fine, unique, attention's all you seek

And if your mirror could walk, it would jump up and kiss you on the cheek

And you love the haze of clubs and places, drippy girls and smiling faces

What did you take? Ain't it great to be fake?

Skinny white thing livin' in your own wet dream

You strut like a king and you pout like a queen

Skinny white thing, oh no!

Phoney and fake (fake, fake, fake)

Like the drugs that you take

Phoney and fake (fake, fake, fake)

Like the people you rate

Phoney and fake (fake, fake, fake)

Like your father's estate

Phoney and fake, like the girls that you mate

Skinny white thing livin' in your own wet dream

You strut like a king and you pout like a queen

Skinny white thing

Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing

Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing

Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing

Skinny white thing

Skinny white (skinny white...)