We\'re all headed to the same place
Why do you think you\'re better than I?
You can drive a fabulous Mercedes
But inevitably, you too, will die
The importance of appearances
Are not as pressing as you think
You think you can buy love
And that your shit doesn\'t stink
In earnest, losing you was great
I\'m serious, I\'ve not one regret
With all the shit you\'ve put me through
But there are so many things I don\'t get