You Can’t Win
If you go
They'll say your following
If you don't
Then your too good for them
If you smile
You must be ignorant
If you don't
Whats your problem?
If you're down
So ungrateful
And if you're happy
Why so selfish?
And you can't win, no
You can't win, no
The one who doesn't quite fit in
Underdressed
Under your skin, oh
A walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can't
You can't win, no
If you're thin
Call it a walking disease
If you're not
They're all screaming obese
If you're straight Why aren't you married yet?
If you're gay
Why aren't you waving a flag?
If its wrong
You're knowing it
If its right
You'll always miss
You can't win, no
You cant win, no
The one who doesn't quit fit in
Underdressed
Under your skin, oh
A walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can't
You can't win no
And you try you try so hard
But I swear it on your heart
And you play, you play the game
But you pay, you pay for it
You can't win no
You can't win no
If you speak
You'll only piss them off
If you don't
You're another robot
If you stop
They'll just say you quit
If you don't
You might lose your sh..
You can't win, no
You can't win, no
You can't win, no
The one who doesn't quit fit in
Underdressed
Under your skin, oh
A walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can't
You can't win no
I can't win
The one who doesn't quit fit in
Underdressed
Under your skin, oh
A walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can't
You can't win no
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