You feel stupid, tired of losing
Each game brings you misery
Each situation appears just to fool you
You feel ill with awful nausea and a subtle hysteria
That keeps you paranoid and looking over your shoulder
So cut all the little people off
They're just debris from giant blocks
And you're the strongman who keeps pounding with a hammer
They cut you up with razer tongues
And gave you lashings from their songs
You're the strongman and all around you hear their laughter
You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them
Until you're empty and ashamed and out of charisma
You have a golden heart of stone
And secret memories of passion
That you hide from all the ugly people that despise you
Each game brings you misery
Each situation appears just to fool you
You feel ill with awful nausea and a subtle hysteria
That keeps you paranoid and looking over your shoulder
So cut all the little people off
They're just debris from giant blocks
And you're the strongman who keeps pounding with a hammer
They cut you up with razer tongues
And gave you lashings from their songs
You're the strongman and all around you hear their laughter
You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them
Until you're empty and ashamed and out of charisma
You have a golden heart of stone
And secret memories of passion
That you hide from all the ugly people that despise you