• You see them waling
    You step in their
    Steps

    Trying to hide
    Your real self
    From them

    Trying on new clothes
    Every other week
    But the skin doesn’t change
    And it’s pale and it’s bleak

    You’re still following
    Though you don’t understand
    You still warship
    The most recent band

    You’re just doing it
    To escape priorities
    Just trying to escape
    The minorities

    Running into problems
    They don’t seem to have
    Trying to imitate a polyester soul

    Secretly crying

    You’ve got a bootleg soul
    You’ve got a bootleg spirit
    No one believes it
    They just adhere to it

    You’ve got a bootleg look
    You’ve got a bootleg sound
    And you make sure
    To get that sound around

    You may have a
    You’ve got a bootleg spirit
    But your skin still believes
    You can support it
    You can support it

    You’re burning your skin
    You’re dying it black
    You’re dying it black
    You’re dying it red

    You’re betraying your skin
    You’re dying it black
    You’re dying it black
    You’re dying it red

    You smother yourself
    To please yourself
    But others can see
    Even the one you try to please

    You’re on your last wing
    You’re on your last limb
    You’re bootlegging him
    And him, and him, and him

    Why even try
    Such a mediocre attempt
    You secretly cry
    But continue to rent

    Yourself tries to escape
    Yourself in your skin
    But it will continue on
    In a cage
    Of dishonest sin

    If you give it a chance
    It might just work out
    And you can cease fighting
    This indefinite bout