Tekstovi: Sans Katoi. Nobody Likes You.

Oh how we, we'd all appreciate
Your god, your gaudy life
With your south, your southern charming wealth
Your wealthy daddy
Opening all the doors for you
While you do nothing

Your private Polish fencing coach and faux penny loafer shoes
Comfortable plus trendy graphic T's and those power ties
And where did you get such an eclectic knowledge of fine wines?
Or can you even remember anymore is it worth your time?

It much more seems to be servant work anyway
You've got forms to sign, fill out in triplicate
The midnight product of underlings slaving in strip clubs
Giving you their very selves
Because they weren't priviledged to have

Your private Polish fencing coach and faux penny loafer shoes
Comfortable plus trendy graphic T's and those power ties
And where did you get such an eclectic knowledge of fine wines?
Or can you even remember anymore is it worth your time?

But not everyone can be you
Or you would be nothing
As if you were much to begin with
But not everyone can be you
Or you would be nothing
As if you were that much to begin with

Nobody likes you
Nobody likes you
Nobody likes you
That doesn't like money

(Thanks to Mike for these lyrics)