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 and my brother's a drunk And I'm standin' in the mirror now Gettin' myself all dressed up "Everything's okay," at least that's what they say One foot in the gutter, the other's in the grave, yeah Push the clock, I'm your slave For the rest of my life twelve hours a day, yeah No future, no way I was born to lose but that's okay Dressed to dressed to depress You couldn't ask for anything less Dressed to dressed to depress My whole life's a f**ked up mess Dressed to dressed to depress You couldn't ask for anything less Dressed to dressed to depress My whole life is f**ked up Dressed to dressed to depress You couldn't ask for anything less Dressed to dressed to depress My whole life's a f**ked up mess Dressed to dressed to depress You couldn't ask for anything less Dressed to dressed to depress My whole life is a f**ked up mess