Labels

She's a loner. She'll never let you on the inside. And he's a stoner, Lost behind red eyes. You're a drunk if you're leaning on the back Wall. You a player if you take her after Last call. I wonder what you see when you Look at me. Yeah. Nobody wants to be a label. You can't judge a record by its cover till You hear it spinning on the turntable. There's always more behind the title. One man's enemy is another man's brother. One man's ex is another man's lover. We try to peel 'em off like a brand On a bottle. 'Cause nobody wants to be a Label. Yeah. Nobody wants to be a label. One, two. Prom queen's got a nine-month secret. He's got a boyfriend, but he prays to Jesus. It's getting harder to hide, so they hit the Lights, so nobody can see him. Nobody wants to be a label. You can't judge a record by its cover till You hear it spinning on the turntable. There's always more behind the title. One man's enemy is another man's brother. One man's ex is another man's lover. We try to peel 'em off like a brand On a bottle. Nobody wants to be a label. Yeah. Nobody wants to be Label. Well, you come into the world with a new Tattoo. Little red, little white, little black, little blue. Oh, you come into the world with your own Tattoo. But nobody wants to be a label. Nobody wants to be a label. You can't judge a record by its cover till You hear it spinning on the turntable. There's always more behind the title. One man's enemy is another man's brother. One man's ex is another man's lover. We try to peel 'em off like a brand On a bottle. 'Cause nobody wants to be a Label. Yeah. Nobody wants to be a label. All right.