Don't be one of us

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 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

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 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