One Of Them

You got your name and number
You got your big black car
Got everybody under
The spell of what you are
And you know what you're feeling
You know what you're seeing
This little world is shrinking
Under your big fat star
It's been told and it's been said
Some people are better off dead
And you're one of them
You got your lipstick killer
You got your high heeled brawn
You're all filler no thriller
And everyone's a pawn
And you know what you're dreaming
And you know what you're scheming
You'll need a bigger mirror
To see who you really are
It's been told and it's been said
Some people are better off dead
And you're one of them
Got our visions of grandeur
Got our visions of stars
And everyone is branded
Lesser than we are
And I know what I'm hearing
And I know what I'm fearing
It's just the same old story
But now I'm the star
It's been told and it's been said
Some people are better off dead
It's been told and it's been said
Some people are better off dead
It's been told and it's been said
Some people are better off dead
And I should know,
'Cause I'm one of them!
Yeah I'm one of them!
Well I'm one of them!
One of them, one of them, one of them, one of them, yeah!
One of them, one of them, one of them, one of them, yeah!
One!