Sometimes I feel like something that you forgot

Sometimes I feel like a god.

You're empire building in this stale farce

And talking up hollow at the dance class.

And I feel pity, pity and anger.

So listen hard; Try to work it out.

I keep thinking that maybe I've had my time.

You only get there once in your life

But I know the wheel's revolving.

I'll sit tight. I'm gonna wait for an opening.

You're not that pretty.

And you ain't that clever.

So listen hard. Try to work it out.

I'm saying, "Hell no. I don't want this poison to grow. "

I said, "Fuck no."

I said, "Fuck no."