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!