Louis Logic - The Joke's On You lyrics
[Louis Logic - The Joke's On You lyrics]
My, well isn't that mighty
Wonderful baggage miss?
Remember when that sentiment was meant for
Bellmen busting their backs for tips?
It's sad that it's glamorous
To have the chicks
With the ugliest damages in
Front of these cameras how many shows do you
Know boast underfed famine-ists
And hosts of overweight folks who don't
Get enough of the sandwiches?
It doesn't attract interest seeing
Someone amass riches
Or coming to grasp fitness even half
As much as the crash pictures
It's a crass sickness isn't it?
How many meritless heiresses will it take
To bury America's head in the
Sand or ever embarrass us?
The difference between 'em and tweens
Wishing to be 'em
Is whether or not these idiots ever get jobs
They get an inheritance
But everyone's doing it
So what's not to like?
Get your fame and your shame
On under helicopter lights
It's not okay it's not alright
We're all gonna rot inside from the
Crap that we watch all night
But the joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose
What a lucky bunch of little brats just
Look at the times we live in
The lives we're living almost seem like
We took 'em from science fiction
But is anyone happier? Did
You find enrichment
With more than folks before but you're
Just doing more crying and bitching?
Won't all the guys be smitten
When you finally fit in
The size you did when you were six
And all thanks to that fine physician?
Don't you know trying is sickening
And caring is uncool?
Think of all the television time that you
Can spare from a dunce stool
Staring at some foolhardy parent
Who hardly cares a
Bit if her kid ever does school
If she wins some darn tiara
And the part that's scarier is the
"everyone look at me!" chant
That makes some cruel smarty pants kid say he
Was a fan of a shooting spree
Something must have rot away someone
Must have got their price
Everyone has got theirs, eh
But it was a lot though right?
I'm not okay this is not alright
If the plot don't change soon no
One's gonna want their life
But the joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose
The joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose
Wonderful baggage miss?
Remember when that sentiment was meant for
Bellmen busting their backs for tips?
It's sad that it's glamorous
To have the chicks
With the ugliest damages in
Front of these cameras how many shows do you
Know boast underfed famine-ists
And hosts of overweight folks who don't
Get enough of the sandwiches?
It doesn't attract interest seeing
Someone amass riches
Or coming to grasp fitness even half
As much as the crash pictures
It's a crass sickness isn't it?
How many meritless heiresses will it take
To bury America's head in the
Sand or ever embarrass us?
The difference between 'em and tweens
Wishing to be 'em
Is whether or not these idiots ever get jobs
They get an inheritance
But everyone's doing it
So what's not to like?
Get your fame and your shame
On under helicopter lights
It's not okay it's not alright
We're all gonna rot inside from the
Crap that we watch all night
But the joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose
What a lucky bunch of little brats just
Look at the times we live in
The lives we're living almost seem like
We took 'em from science fiction
But is anyone happier? Did
You find enrichment
With more than folks before but you're
Just doing more crying and bitching?
Won't all the guys be smitten
When you finally fit in
The size you did when you were six
And all thanks to that fine physician?
Don't you know trying is sickening
And caring is uncool?
Think of all the television time that you
Can spare from a dunce stool
Staring at some foolhardy parent
Who hardly cares a
Bit if her kid ever does school
If she wins some darn tiara
And the part that's scarier is the
"everyone look at me!" chant
That makes some cruel smarty pants kid say he
Was a fan of a shooting spree
Something must have rot away someone
Must have got their price
Everyone has got theirs, eh
But it was a lot though right?
I'm not okay this is not alright
If the plot don't change soon no
One's gonna want their life
But the joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose
The joke's on you
That's what they want you to do
Let's not open our eyes
Till it's too late to choose