(Music/Lyrics by Chris Telkes)

Tried to keep myself from
falling in the same trap
But I fell in anyways
Watch myself fall faster further
to the ugly bottom now
Getting closer everyday
Now people see something in me
That isn't there and wo't be back
Now people think they're friends with me
Cos they think I care and their hair's dyed black

Deep down, really far inside

You know that it's not true

There's a thing called a dollar sign

And it's the only thing that hooks me to you.

(CHORUS)

Nowfeel so alive

But I feel like a whore

Fill your head full of lies

To get you into the store

No such thing as the underground

Just a bunch of little people

trying to make themselves big

No such thing as the underground

an it really doesn't atter how far you dig.

I looked I mean I really tried but

I never saw anything that you all pride

Just a bunch of little kids with

corporate symbols in their eyes

Who were looking for a paper to sign

Deep down, really far inside

You kno that it's not true

There's a thing called a dollar sign and

it's the only thing that really interests you...

(CHORUS)

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big...

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big...

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big...

Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big...