Can't they see

Designer labels, Dolce & Gabbana
New gucci shirt, oh i must have it
To just the right smell, lynx of course
Low cut trousers, show boxer shorts
The spiked up hair all standing on end
Or curled into the latest trend
Standing together looking so proud
Can't they see they're just one of the crowd

Whatever happened to the unique
To individuality
To just being a freak
To having your own personality

White tracksuit tops and lots of bling
Elesse, nike or the latest thing
The ciggarette sticking out the mouth
The hair pulled back to show the scowl
The nova car, customised
To race you at the traffic lights
Standing on corners, thinking they're god
Can't they see they're like peas in a pod

Whatever happened to the unique
To individuality
To just being a freak
To having your own personality

The dyed black hair over their faces
The converse shoes, with bright pink laces
Anarchy sign drawn on their hand
The hooded top, of the latest band
The black trousers, all covered in chains
They're in the park trying to skate again
Each one is saying they're alone
Can't they see, its like they're cloned

Whatever happened to the unique
To individuality
To just being a freak
To having your own personality

So its better if you are not the same
Maybe someone then will remember your name
Not just the clothes you wear, or the way you do your hair
Just be yourself