Yankee searching for your isms
why haven't I learned from you before?
Getting fat on your process
eating your willpower to even up the score
Don't look to me for solace
as fellatio's never been something I'd turn to
the liquid lunch is out
as the scale climbers revenge crumbles
It's not the punches to the jaw
that end up softening up the champion
it's the pats on his back
Back to front, upside down
The world of your values ride the merry-go-round
The things you've seen and what might've been
Don't look for solutions as you'll never know!
And labour saving days that saved
Labours day now seem so far away
you championed the masses yet
compassionate fatigue can find its way
It doesn't take a genius to take
the feet from under a blind man
Don't look to the saints you've never seen
just find the man you've never been
Is this illusion?
The scale climbers revenge crumbles.
