Promises, promises Old, tired, worn out, second hand sentences One thing, with you is certain You're a really sad person So sad
Disappointed a few people When friendship reared its ugly head Disappointed a few people Well, isn't that what friends are for? What are friends for?
You, you're just a really bad person Who won't, you won't listen to anyone No not you With those half moon eyelids Just babbling on, your useless defenses So sad
Fools and heroes Running their courses And brow beaten down Like dust on the ground You cheat easily Like sweet charity and all of the bastards The world despises In never disguises You cheat easily Like all charity