Too noble for us peasants eh?
I see through your charade
Pretentious posture gave you away
Your fault lines heighten then degrade
Much to my dismay
Dare I speak astray?
You must sleep in the bed you’ve made
Mr. Bigshot would you bow down
Over and over again?
What makes you think you’re better than me?
Mr. Bigshot's shut down.
I see right through your lies
What makes you think you’re better than me?
Counterfeit in your expertise
I feel though you’re not real.
Taste your bittersweet disease
I’d kiss the floor if you’d reveal
How you will appease
All the peons’ pleas
And stick your foot back in your mouth
What makes you better?
What makes you better than me?
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Lyrics submitted by Jeff.
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