Why we so obsessed with cutting skin When the real things in our lives can't get in? Marching to the same drum Every single beat's gone I can hear the dark days coming Another generation Fighting for attention Can't you see I'm tired of running? There's a house in the forest Where her days are forgotten By the lake she dropped her dreams And now they've sunk to the bottom Ooh beauty queen It's only skin deep It's only thin sheets There's no audience Ooh beauty queen Something's telling me That you were never meant to be Trapped in time Why we holding hands like paper chains? Why we so content to stay the same? Marching to the same drum Every single beat's gone I can hear the dark days coming Another generation Fighting for attention Can't you see I'm tired of running? There's a girl I remember Who was everyone's dream Now her face has become her It's the saddest thing you'll ever see Ooh beauty queen It's only skin deep It's only thin sheets There's no audience Ooh beauty queen Something's telling me That you were never meant to be Trapped in time Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh There's a house in the forest Where her days are forgotten By the lake she dropped her dreams Now they've sunk to the bottom Oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh oh oh Ooh beauty queen It's only skin deep It's only thin sheets There's no audience Ooh beauty queen Something's telling me That you were never meant to be Trapped in time