So you want to be together, bonded forever, that’s ok
For that you don’t need many things, a piece of paper, any rings, and you’re on your way. But then
Dress, suit, slaves, shoes, bling, cars, art, booze, and a cake a thousand miles high
An over indulgent endeavour, in debt forever, and never stop to ask why
Oh why do I?
You’re stuck up on your pedestal
You plan out all the fun
You’re stuck so high up you can see the sun
You’ve got more than enough fancy food to feed the army you’d otherwise ignore
An audience to your excellence, to prove you’re better, it’s what they’re all here for
No faults, no flaws, all praise is yours, narcissistic overdrive
But this mountain from a molehill, will all fall down, to bury you alive
You won’t survive
You’re stuck up on your pedestal
You plan out all the fun
You’re stuck so high up you can see the sun
More than a mortgage payment’s worth to be down paid
More than an island nation’s worth in global trade
More than a Hollywood movie’s worth to be made
But not more than our time is worth I’m afraid
You’re stuck up on your pedestal
You plan out all the fun
You’re stuck so high up you can see the sun
You may think that you’re the better man, you may think that you have won
But you’re just a mole, up your own arsehole, so far up, you’re staring at the sun…
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Conspiracy of One Lyrics – Doom and Groom