Well I'm looking straight at the mirror
The mirror's looking back at you
Why do you contemplate
Every single little thing that you do
Well I'm a piano on a tight rope spinning around
Daggers flying through the wind all they gotta do is
They wanna cut you down

Mirror man put a single little question
Attention put me on my feet
Man works hard every day, sweat drip
You know a mans gotta eat
Ain't no corporate flag
Flipping on a stiff pole
Work hard, get poor, get robbed, play dead?
This is the undertone

Don't you think, don't you know
All seems, upside down
Work hard, get poor, and get robbed?
Don't you think, don't you know
All seems, upside down
Work hard, get poor, and get robbed?
Yeah, go pick a fight