HUMAN DISORDER

They call me trouble
They call me lame
They call me color, call me skin, call me friend
They call me fear
They call me pretty
They call me other side, we call them lies

Oh, my God, I can travel the world inside my bed
Trading all the money I don't get (yeah!)
Yeah, I know the way to make it fake (whoa!)

We are the face of fast food nation
I mean, overrated, so overrated)
We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go
Underrated, underrated

Ayy, we know the rules
We could be happier instead of lose
We are the future, we are the noise
We are a tiny sight in the shadow

Oh, my God (yeah!)
I can travel the world inside my bed (whoa!)
Trading all the money I don't get (yeah)
Yeah, I know the way to make it fake (woah!)

We are the face of the fast food nation
I mean, overrated, so overrated
We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go
Underrated, underrated
Overrated, so overrated
Underrated, underrated

But are we feeling free? Uh
I got a gun on my body
So overrated, overrated

I want my pitchfork review, a 1.5, saying
The record sucks, but I'm good like, oh, yeah!
I'm underrated, underrated

We are the face of the fast food nation
I mean, overrated, so overrated
We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go
Underrated, underrated
Overrated, so overrated
Underrated, underrated