On the day of the elephant, I looked up to the sky
And wondered why I could not see the sunrise
At the risk of intelligence, I opened up my eyes
And saw with clarity the consequencesAnd it ripped a gaping hole in my soul
And it snuffed out all the dreams when I was young
And little girls are told someday their prince will come
That they're entitled to a life that's better than their mom's
But wind up with a man just like their dad
In the wake of the aftermath
Severed from the womb
I cry, a screaming infant blinking in the light
God I wish I could take it back
Like a tacky horror film
Back to the moment when I was alive
It's seven sorry years I'm never getting back
So far along and yet so far off track
I hate the genius after the fact
It's never better in the second act
Oh, Oh
Is there anybody listening or am I truly talking to myself?
So typical
Oh, Oh
Isn't everybody wishing they could be somebody better than themselves?
Well, if ignorance is bliss, turn your head and make a wish and sing along
LaaaaaNow here I am, Chained by your applause
I'll never get, I'll never get
Never enough of
And here we are, what a sorry lot
Wanting more than what we've got
Never living in the present
Always offOh, Oh
Is there anybody listening or am I truly talking to myself?
So typical
Oh, Oh
Isn't everybody wishing they could be somebody better than themselves?
Well, if ignorance is bliss, turn your head and make a wish and sing along