every morning lines are forming at my hate buffet. things that i see deep inside me, i'd rather look away. it's so much fun, let's judge someone. i see their faults way more than mine. feels so fine. don't buy that ruse 'bout someone else's shoes. i'll walk just fine in these shoes of mine. see them shine. heathens 'round me, they surround me. just don't look within. like some hippies at a love-in, hate sinners love the sin. casting stones, picking bones, with tarts and boozers. why can't you be more like me, all you losers. why be annoyed? i'll just avoid a ll those same things i'm guilty of. i'm the good guy here. they'll be impressed, my sunday best shows off so clear my righteousness masks my hatred and fear.
