Lyrics:

Who isn't worse or better than they seem?
The chaste, the slutty and the in-between
Him and her and she and her and him and she
Will answer to whomever when they die alone
But it feels too good to stop and find a stone
To David at an ersatz giant in a party dress
Those aren't fangs, they're costume diamonds dripping off his neck

I know less than you think you do
Simpleton king of a little rotten roost
Where's the beef, my brother?
I just want a quiet life
That's a funny take on higher love
Stolen rolls of money in a boxing glove
Tit for tat is boring, fighting for the pecking rights
Some sleep the sleep of angels wrapped around somebody's wife

Why should I compare?
I have problems all my own
Each heart stops like the other billion
Scars go whiter from vermilion
Rubberneck the freak show, you're already there

There's just too little time
And now there's even less

Why should I compare?
I have problems all my own
Each heart stops like the other billion
Scars go whiter from vermilion
Rubberneck the freak show, you're already there
And I don't really care