You pretend you're high
Pretend you're bored
Pretend you're anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get
Disease's growing, it's epidemicI'm scared that there ain't a cureThe world believes it and I'm going crazyI cannot take any moreI'm so glad that I'll never fit inThat will never be meOutcasts and girls with ambitionThat's what I wanna see
(Obviously, those are not manifestos against certain appearances
as such. We're just sayin' that you don't
have to maintain them. And that it might be a curious and healthy excercise to ask yourself where do those ideas/constrictions come from...)