Cosmetic Punk

(album: The Thrill Of It All - 1996)

Cosmetic punk, that's what you are
Dressed like a street kid in your brand new car
Your mom's a doctor and your daddy's rich
You don't want nothing, ain't life a bitch

(you're sitting on top of the world)
And they say that nothing comes for free
(I don't believe in a word you say)
No, you ain't fooling me

I scratch the surface, what do I see?
Your running blue blood
'Cos you're not like me
The world you come from, it's so far away
So don't come around here trying to tell me you're the same

(careful your bridges don't burn)
I bet you left an open door behind
(I know that one day you'll turn around)
you're only killing time

You think I don't know what you're doing
when you pay for drinks at the bar
But you can't buy the thing that's missing from your life
So get back to what you are

(you're sitting on top of the world)
And they say that nothing comes for free
(I don't believe in a word you say)
No, you ain't fooling me

Cosmetic punk, I see right through
you got your future all mapped out for you
Soon you'll be running the family company
And you won't give a damn about the likes of me

Cosmetic punk, what do I see?
Cosmetic punk, you're not like me!