A song about 'special' and 'interesting' people...
alternative
prog
metal
synth
Lyrics
Youve seen every side of trouble,
For most of your life.
The village that raised you,
Never got it right.
You cant hold a job,
Youre a pathetic fucking mess.
But somewhere someones made you think,
Youre 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.
Dont ever let them tell you that,
Youre 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.
Youre living in a bubble,
And you havent got a clue.
Elitist, fucking 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.
Youve 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.