I'm beyond the need to fit in, And I can't understand wanting their love, But most people's idea of friendship, And the things that they call beauty, They don't mean a thing, Just a process of elimination. Where only the heartless survive, It means...nothing, Impeccable fashion and perfect bodies, Acknowledging only what pleases the eye, It means...nothing, no. It doesn't mean a thing, It just doesn't mean a thing, A conscious effort to make progress, On a ladder that only leads down, It means...nothing, no.