Outrageous

It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain But I'm tired Nine hundred sit-ups a day I'm painting my hair the color of mud Mud okay? I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say? No! I'm painting my hair the color of mud Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school Outrageous, the way they talk to you like your some kind of clinical fool It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love It's outrageous I can't stop thinking 'bout the things I'm thinking of And I'm tired Nine hundred sit-ups a day I'm painting my hair the color of mud Mud okay? I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say? No! Painting my hair the color of mud Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill Take me I'm an ordinary player in the key of C And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?