Promises, promises
 Old, tired, worn out, second hand sentences
 One thing, with you is certain
 You're a really sad person
 So sad
 
 Disappointed a few people
 When friendship reared its ugly head
 Disappointed a few people
 Well, isn't that what friends are for?
 What are friends for?
 
 You, you're just a really bad person
 Who won't, you won't listen to anyone
 No not you
 With those half moon eyelids
 Just babbling on, your useless defenses
 So sad
 
 Fools and heroes
 Running their courses
 And brow beaten down
 Like dust on the ground
 You cheat easily
 Like sweet charity
 and all of the bastards
 The world despises
 In never disguises
 You cheat easily
 Like all charity