A song about 'special' and 'interesting' people...

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You’ve seen every side of trouble,
For most of your life.
The village that raised you,
Never got it right.

You can’t hold a job,
You’re a pathetic f***ing mess.
But somewhere someone’s made you think,
You’re better than the rest.

You think you got problems?
Take a number, get in line.

Born clinging to,
A silver spoon.
Your nouveau riche entitles you,
To a room with a view.

Spread the wealth as much as you dare,
But only just enough.
Don’t ever let them tell you that,
You’re morally bankrupt.

You think you got it all?
Take a number, get in line.

So you think you got all the answers?
Well I got news for you.
You’re living in a bubble,
And you haven’t got a clue.

Elitist, f***ing hypocrite,
You survive by the skin of your wit.
You lie cheat and steal for a living,
While you smile and take all there is from giving.

You’ve tapped a vein of ignorance and fear,
But there is no shelter for you here.

You think you know it all?
Take a number, get in line.