There is sadness over yonder
That you cannot comprehend
Makes the chip that's on your shoulder
A complete embarrassment

Though it seems it's only natural
To you and to all your peers
To obsess about the details
Of your less than perfect year

This is what I find it so hard
To connect with you ever
Part of me waits for your suffering
But then I'm just no better

You're a product of your family
And your numb generation
I'll admit I am evil
But you are so ignorant

Dying babies in Africa
You couldn't get into club
Dying babies in Africa
Your coffee is not quite hot enough

Dying babies in Africa
You couldn't get into club
Dying babies in Africa, oh
You might never be a star

I really can be kind
You just bring out the devil beside
And that is why
Why we never ever socialize