Dressed To Depress

I got a snotty nose
I got nappy hair
My mommy don't love me
And my daddy don't care, no
My sister's a slut, slut
And my brother's a drunk, drunk
And I'm standing in the mirror now
Getting my self all dressed up.

Everything's ok, ok
At least that's what they say
One foot in the gutter
The other's in the grave, yeah
Punch the clock I'm your slave
For the rest of my life 12 hours a day
No future, no way
I was born to lose but thats ok

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a fucked up mess.

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a fucked up mess.

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a fucked up mess.

Dressed to, dressed to depress
You couldn't ask for anything less
Dressed to, dressed to depress
My whole life's a fucked up mess.