Go set your spite fire
Pay down those pity debts
Revel in your mock heroism
Collect your crown, it's 2016
Dig in your disposition
Phony gray and a head condition
Too soon to see through you
Running like you've got razors in your heels
Go take your singing lessons
Hard Truths or transgressions?
Scene famous
Now, can you blame us?
Stall out and then you call it a career
Spinning up some false correspondence
Send it out and then you 'reply all'
"You're getting old, B," that's what you told me
Not very novel, but it sure feels strange
Go take your singing lessons
Hard Truths or transgressions?
Scene famous
Now, can you blame us?
Stall out and then you call it a career
Hey there, pretender
You call this a career?
Hey there, pretender
You call this a career?
Hey there, pretender
You call this a career?
Hey there