[Verse 1]
Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up six feet under anyways
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keepin' score

[Pre-Chorus]
So why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're spending?
What you look like, what you say
When at the end of the day

[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style

[Verse 2]
I was never like them
Sick of hittin' my head on that glass ceiling
Fallin' in line can be fatal
I'd rather be a fuckin' mess than stable

[Pre-Chorus]
Why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're wearing?
Who you talk to, who you date
When at the end of the day
[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style

[Bridge]
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
Oh-oh
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me

[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive (Oh-oh)
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style