Sucks to be You

I heard it through the grapevine that once again You're singing the blues I don't feel bad because it's nothing new Oh, God, you're coming my way and I don't want to have to hear you complain And no I don't have sympathy for your bad habit I sure won't be your angel cause I'm not getting tied to the wings of a plane going down its insane Cause you're so pathetic I thank God that I wasn't born you Thank God I don't live your life And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?" I pretend to be cool But the truth is it sucks to be you Sucks to be you Well don't listen to half of the things that you say And that voice of yours a starts to irritate me in quite a particular way that I'd rather jump off of a bridge, Okay! All day all night you wanna cry about it Poor baby get someone to change your diaper Blame the world for hating you and everything that you go through But we're all the same So I don't believe it I thank God that I wasn't born you Thank God I don't live your life And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?" I pretend to be cool But the truth is it sucks to be you Sucks to be you, you, you, you And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?" I pretend to be cool But the truth is it sucks to be you I'm not sorry for you I'm not sorry for you I'm not sorry for you I'm not sorry for you I thank God that I wasn't born you Thank God I don't live your life And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?" I pretend to be cool But the truth is it sucks to be you I thank God that I wasn't born you Thank God I don't live your life And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?" I pretend to be cool But I'd hate it if I had to walk a whole mile in your shoes Sucks to be you