You’re gonna raise hell i’m sure

Just because the colors i’m wearing suck

You can blow away your monochromatic gluten-free obsession

While everybody else prays for indiscretion

Now you’re hanging around as a pocket-size sales disaster

It says “drop dead if you don’t have the inheritance to be proud”

You’re hanging around as a pocket-size sales disaster

And it feeds you strychnine

Just drop dead

You’re gonna raise hell i’m sure

Just because the colors i’m wearing suck

And you sound pleased to say that i’m not part of your palette collection

But no one here considers that you know how to use your brain