Dear small-minded
Your are one of the worst kind
Don't look behind, this song is about you
You're always right, you never doubt
You little pretentious wise-ass better than us
Today you stand but look around
They're all waiting for the day you'll fall to the ground
This little world you rule over is only on your mind
The only throne you'll ever get is the one you shit in
Swallow your pride
Seems like it's spreading like
Seems like it's spreading like a nasty vicious virus
Get off your cloud
Come down and serve yourself
Another slice of humble pie
Dear sweet talker
Spreading your sick words
Flapping your lips, flapping around
It's nothing but hot air
Manipulating, exulting
Making pretty little speeches, going nowhere
I see you charm the weak, always that same old trick
You're such a cynical prick
But soon enough they'll realize
Your obvious emptiness
The only throne you'll ever get is the one
The one you shit in
So swallow your pride
Seems like it's spreading like
Seems like it's spreading like a nasty vicious virus
Get off your cloud
Come down and serve yourself
Another slice of humble pie
Ah ah
Humble pie
Ah ah
The only throne you'll ever get
Is the one you shit in
Seems like it's spreading like
Seems like it's spreading like a nasty vicious virus
Open your eyes
And serve yourself
Another slice of humble pie
