x6 What is that feverish enthusiasm on your face You wear indigo with your palette of pink-blue skin And you will never get enough Never get enough of the feeling And the watered-down white shirazes And we all know what it’s like But don’t be one of us, don’t be one of us x4 What is that satisfied abomination on my couch That wears indigo with the bruise from a shit-faced stunt And you will never get enough Never get enough of the feeling And the watered-down white shirazes And we all know what it’s like But don’t be one of us, don’t be one of us x4