[Verse 1]
Under constant correction, a fraud, a fraud
Someone's perception, trying not to bore
I'm a cold-hearted kidder, applaud, applaud
If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours
You think we have pathetic sets
And we're not sure of the etiquette
Although we know they're pathetic sets
And we're not sure of the etiquette

[Verse 2]
And if you found this, it's probably too late
Clinically cynical, hereditary hate
If you found this, it's probably too late
Approaching the pinnacle, I'm running out of mates
If we concentrate on being off the cuff
Not sure we're ready, but probably rough
Frightened that honesty isn't enough
And it's nothing on the early stuff