Room of Posers - The Horrorist

Walking around the nightclub

All the people make me sick

Dancing and having a goodtime

Oh there all just full of shit

Yeah I have to slip myself something

There’s nothing else to do

I"m in a room of posers

And you know i’m looking at you!

She’s in makeup ads

She’s a beauty queen

She throws up on the floor

He’s an independant filmstar

But really just a faggit whore!

The princess of bolemia

Dancing with the kind of queer

All there problems twisted together

I can’t help but stop and stare!

All the people dance around look at all the fools

All the people dance around look at all the fools

All the people dance around look at all the fools

The dj spins some records

He think he is a musician

The bouncers think there tough guys

But they are just big and fat

The bartender’s a slut

And the barbacks are illegal

It makes me really wonder

Why do i fit in?