Big Important Nothing

You've got a lot to lie about
All the angles you've covered up
We've got plenty to talk about
Because some of them you just can't block (block)
Pretend you're the daughter of Elvis
And you're married to the King of Pop
Without worldwide belief
You step up to the mic, and blow it off

You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head
You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head

If it's any indication of
What it's really like to be you
If it's any consolation, I
Guess I wouldn't want to be you
Can't say that I'm crazy 'bout
Anything that you do
Without concrete belief
You step up to the edge, and follow through

You step up to the edge, and follow through

You step up to the edge, and follow...

You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head
You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head

Just when you thought it was safe
You got raped
A fickle incision
From the hand that fed you in the first place
Ten million opinions
In your skin-color face
Contrary to popular belief
This time you caught your foot in the grave

You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head
You're in over your head
This time, you're in over your head

Ah-ah



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Mahaffey
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