Are you the one, the handsome bastard son,
that nobody will talk about it all?
I am the one, most fortunate of sons,
that no one gives a damn about at all.
I am singing for you, I am singing for you.
All the privileged and the foolish - this is for you.
All we’ve done, regrettable but fun.
There’s something you should know about us all.
If you bite your thumb, you better pray I bite my tongue.
Where I’m from we throw hands then we talk it out.
I am singing for you, I am singing for you.
Sensitive yet violent fools - yeah, this is for you.
It’s what you think, therefore I am.
If I’m the devil, you’re the reason.
The reason that we kill ourselves and give ourselves all away.
Can you name one fool that sang along?
One person that has heard about us?
Worst of all, of all these sad old songs,
no verse was ever sung about them.
I am singing for you, I am singing for you.
All the privileged and the foolish - this is for you.
It’s what you think, therefore I am.
If I’m the devil, you’re the reason.
The reason that we kill ourselves and give ourselves all away.
It’s what you think therefore I am.
If you’re the devil, I’m the reason.
The reason that it still ain’t safe to put ourselves on display.
It’s what you think therefore I am.
I know what you’re thinking about and there ain’t no use in that.
They seem too good for that. Are you good with that?
Well, get used to that.
I know what you’re thinking about and there ain’t no use in that.
They seem too good for that. Are you good with that?
Well, get used to that...