Killer Virgins - Label Whore

So Sam, do you have any TNA
Umm, no...
Do have any Juicy
No...
You don't even have any Lululemon pants
No, why are you asking
Well... doesn't that bother you
An epidemic sweeps the world and really I can't help but stare
Boys and girls with branding marks, these label whores are everywhere
So if you want to join the herd and got some extra bucks to spare
Buy your personality and slap it on your underwear
The label clones march on in droves
The proud soul amputees
Children beg for Uggs to garner popularity
Make em want it, make em need it
Make em crave it like a drug
Makes me sick to think I wanted that
Those bitches were so smug
Line the steers up nicely
Heat the irons so you belong to me
You're a
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Seventeen's royal decree is be like everybody else
Identity is boring, ordinary is what sells
All the jesters listen to the
Kings and queens that feed you lies
Without them you're worth nothing
Mean nothing, are nothing, just comply
The label dogs, they praise the gods
Creative amputees
Children beg for brands to buy them popularity
Make em want it, organize the high school hive
It's too late 'cause now they've got you good
You're blind, you've got the bovine mind
Line the steers up nicely
Line their thoughts up gently
Line the store shelves quickly
Heat the irons so you belong to me
You're a
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Whatcha waiting for...
Whatcha waiting for...
I gotta get it, get it tattooed on my chest
Tell the socialites I'm just like them
I'm better than the rest
Night or day I'm dreaming of the
Models in the magazines
Tell me what to think and where to go
And who I wanna be
I gotta get it, get it tattooed on my chest
Tell the socialites I'm just like them
I'm better than the rest
Night or day I'm dreaming of the
Models in the magazines
Tell me what to think and where to go
And who I wanna be
You're a
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR
Label whore! Label whore
Hands and knees down on the floor
Brand you like the cattle that you are
WHATCHA WAITING FOR

Written by:
Samantha Weinstein

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