Can't take champagne to the grave

We all end up six-feet under anyways

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, so...

Drop 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 an ugly 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, so...

Drop designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.

I don't need no glitter dreams

I'm okay with crooked teeth

All I need is just to feel like me

Oh, 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, so...

Drop designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style

No one makes it out alive

There's no point in your pretty lies, so...

Drop designer, start a riot

Perfect's going outta style.