[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 keeping 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
Drop 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 ugly 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
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 keeping 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
Drop 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 ugly 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
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