A Self-Made Man - David Byrne

We’re living in a dump

Trying to figure out what sex we are

Exchanging chromosomes

Trying to bargain for a better future

Well I’ll trade you my potential mental illness

For your bad teeth

How 'bout trading your sexy body for a full head of hair

Well we can’t predict the future

But we’re trying to do the best that we can

My cards are on the table

I’m gambling everything that I am

And some of us are hoping

To end up with a perfect life

I’ll trade you everything that I got

For the chance to be someone else

But what you see is what you get

And what you give is what you choose

And what I am

What you see

Is exactly what I chose to be

Now we got a black market

Black market in designer genes

Most beautiful, most intelligent criminals you’ve ever seen

Now you’re paying top dollar

For what you used to get for free

They’ll stun you with their looks

And charm you with effortless ease

They’ve taken everything from you

The way you walk

The way you smile

The sound of your voice

Don’t even know who you are

Who are you now?

Who are you now?

I’m a self made man, I’m a self-made man

I’m a self-made man (I got nothing left to give)

I’m a self-made man (I got nothing left to lose)

On down the hallway

The freaks are waiting for you

Somebody calls me

The freaks are waiting for you

And the clown will laugh in your face

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho

The clown will laugh in your face

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho

The clown will laugh in your face