The Suicide File Now Lie in it Lyrics

You are who you f___, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen s___-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this f___ing week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go f___ yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name f___er
You're a f___ing w____