Lyrics

Try and be somebody Be somebody Someone Being in the spotlight Means being on the run Oh the tedium Under cut, under laid And they run away from their smoking guns So you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many Makes you think the little boys aren't getting any A bad joke we're gonna weather Let's put our headaches together And a man walks on the scene He's got the facts Place it all in print He'll die to see you waxed And we don't take the credit for things we hope to see him write He lays you out on paper And we bite And you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many Makes you think the little boys aren't getting any A bad joke we're gonna weather Let's put our headaches together Some folks think it's funny, some folks think it's cute Selling someone's secrets for status seems to suit you But I don't take cheap revenge as street cred Just lonely, bitter and cruel Completely pathetic Wake up to find your breasts judged by boys you haven't met They're the ones who haven't begun to feel our teeth yet It doesn't take a man to know the weather Let's put our headaches together