I'm a fucking hypocrite; I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again
(I’m such a hypocrite! I’m a fucking hypocrite!)
Acting like I won’t take your shit but I always back down in the end
(I’m such a hypocrite! And I'm fucking sick of it!)
Written on paper it sounds so nice in these anthems that we sing
But what’s ideal is rarely real - you know we won’t change a thing!
You talk the talk but lost the walk somewhere long ago on your way
(“I won’t back down!” you cried; “I won’t back down!” you lied)
You’re rotting here; living in fear, wishing things would just stay the same
(But nothing stays the same; you know nothing stays the same!)
Written on paper it sounds so nice in these anthems that we sing
But what’s ideal is rarely real - you know we won’t change a thing!
You know it’s true what they’re saying about the kids like me and you,
We talk - but then what? Talk is cheap if no one ever follows up, I'm thinking
Maybe someday someone will do something that makes a fucking change!
We find ourselves bound in this circumstance, hopeless, time after time
(It’s always been the same, day after fucking day!)
We vow to make a change but no one dares step on up to the line
(Seems everyone’s afraid; it’s such a fucking shame!)
Written on paper it sounds so nice in these anthems that we sing
But what’s ideal is rarely real - you know we won’t change a thing!
