The glossy lips, the perfect hair The £1000 of clothes you wear The Limousine that's waiting outside All gives the sense of liberty That you can just be rude to me Since I'm not really in on the ride
So, you afford the hotel suite And I am only here to clean the toilet When you've packed up and gone - But what I see in the bowl Speaks of the human involved Now, you don't want the world to see But you shit like me...
So here's the ground I can help you down It's just a little drop; you accidentally got your head stuck in the sky Yes, here's the ground And I can take you down to where you ought to keep your feet Cos you shit like me.
The pinstripe suit is tailor made The jacket is expencive suede The Rolex is just overkill, true... You're another stuck-up businessman With a million millions on your hand And no-one's as important as you!
I guess it's true, your pocket-change Could buy my very life today You seem to think that makes you superior? But what I see in your bowl Tells me you - out of all! Have intestines and functions like me
So here's the ground...
Cos you eat like me And you sleep like me 'cept on expencive sheets and in a luxury suite You burp and fart and masturbate And on the day you meet your fate You're gonna be as dead as me.
So here's the ground I can help you down It's just a little drop; you accidentally got your head stuck in the sky Yes, here's the ground And I can take you down to where you ought to keep your feet Cos you shit like me - And you're just like me So human like me And in your luxury suite You just burp and fart and masturbate And on your daily toiletbreak I'm positive: You shit like me.