Can't take champagne to the grave

We all end up 6 feet under anyway

It doesn't matter who you were before

Cause no one's actually keeping score.

So why is everyone pretending that it matters

What you're spending

What you look like

What you say

When at the end of the day.

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.

I was never like them

Sick of hitting my head on that glass ceiling

Falling in line can be fatal

I'd rather be a fucking mess than stable.

Why is everyone pretending that it matters what you're wearing

Who you talk to

Who you date

When at the end of the day.

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.

Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams

I'm okay with crooked teeth

All I need is just to feel like me

Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams

I'm okay with crooked teeth

All I need is just to feel like me.

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies

Fuck designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.