Birthright
You've got your big green car
Who'd ever thought you'd come so far
You've got your big birthright
You've got your money to make you high
But your money's not all that
Yeah, we know you're just a brat
You've come so far
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like tryin' to talk against the wind, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
You've got to know for sure
That you're getting your money's worth
You've got to have last say
You've got to make your millions pay
'Cause you're runnin' this whole show
Yeah, it's only you that knows
The master plan
It's like trying to talk against the wind, and then
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
You walk in, you're talking and you know
But everyone knows what you know
Your blitzkrieg on rational souls
It's not real, it's not real
It's like trying to talk against the wind, and then
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
Who'd ever thought you'd come so far
You've got your big birthright
You've got your money to make you high
But your money's not all that
Yeah, we know you're just a brat
You've come so far
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like tryin' to talk against the wind, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
You've got to know for sure
That you're getting your money's worth
You've got to have last say
You've got to make your millions pay
'Cause you're runnin' this whole show
Yeah, it's only you that knows
The master plan
It's like trying to talk against the wind, and then
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
You walk in, you're talking and you know
But everyone knows what you know
Your blitzkrieg on rational souls
It's not real, it's not real
It's like trying to talk against the wind, and then
It's like hitting your head against a wall, and then
It's like letting go of every thought you had
It's like trading common sense for tears and lead
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Hendry
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