Idiots

Lyrics

They wanna make you feel worse 'Cause you love what they hate They wanna make you ashamed Of your very best trait They'll call you defective 'Cause you've not perfected a line of defense They'll call you deficient 'Cause you're not proficient at false confidence It's true, in a sense But not in the sense that they mean They wanna make you feel worse 'Cause you're thick in the waist They wanna make you ashamed Of your Catholic taste They'll call you unworthy 'Cause you're not some earthy hail fellow, well met Who's good with a pool cue, they'd like to retool you And make you forget the limits aren't set By their great infernal machine All that's on their side is numbers and strength Why else do you think they go to such lengths To cut people down when they're already weak? Tyin' bells 'round the neck of the old village freak They think it's their duty To capture all beauty and force it to crawl But don't let them touch you No matter how much you are tempted to fall Their power's a spectre, a shadow protector It's nothing at all, a great paper wall They call it an invisible screen Keeping you from your dreams Don't you let them put it up between