Lyrics
What is so wrong about robbing the poor
You put hope in their bellies
And your manifesto through their front door
You inherited tough love
A belligerent kind
You were the platinum infant
So it must be difficult to be the golden child
While your friends kill themselves
From living too hard
Do you really want to sit
Sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts
You play in the space that humanity hates
They're claustrophobically spacious
They're specially designed to raise the heart-rate
And then like a prophet with improbable poise
You're propping up little people
You'd probably drop them in a second for the
Big boys
While your friends sit around
And discuss their hang-ups
And your contemporaries have to piss into cups
And confess
That it's their powerlessness that corrupts
Solitude is my enemey and my best friend
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
Life in the enclosure isn't all that bad
I'm using muscles that I didn't even know I had
Finally I've found somebody just like me
I need to reassess whether I like myself
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
While your friends kill themselves
From living too hard
Do you really want to sit
sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts