Just outside my door I've seen your poster on the street I'm the father, you're the Jesus Whose eyes don't want to meet So don't disown, ridiculous Your hair in disarray Maybe you're a genius Your look gave you away I'm tired, the nights been long I've got better things to do Than listen to a song about you... you This isn't about the past This is just in present tense I won't mention what you paid me with I worked in your defense And I can't believe your arrogance It's bad even for you Poor little rich boy Whatever will you do? I'm tired, the nights been long I've got better things to do Than listen to a song about you... you You... You... You...