Kids

This is narcissistic hypocrisy
They're screaming because they've got something worth screaming
So how can you justify hanging around with me?
October morning in the Eighties, born clutching a silver spoon
And though I know I didn't earn it, I'm not letting go of it anytime soon
And the tears filled my eyes when he sang us that song
And I stepped in your way before moving along
Disgusting myself with my typical tendencies
I should know better by now
We're selfish kids
We're oblivious



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Vizzi
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