Jesus Of Sad
Salim Nourallah
3:46
it's in the way they look down their noses at us
beneath them like rugs we're hopelessly rough
it's in the way they smile like the cat's got their tongue
the shine of their teeth, conveniently smug
a look says it all,
it says that they're winners
makes us feel small in front of the winners
we fell into the in-crowd for a minute or two
we did what they said, we followed the rules
but like some double agent in b-movie flick
my cover was blown, thrown out of their clique
a stiff upper lip in front of the winners
what I wouldn't give to win over the winners
to be one the winners
you're laughing at me (even in sleep you're still laughing at me)
out on the street (you're one of them and you're laughing at me)
laugh like a winner
you laugh like a winner
I saw you in a bar but then you just turned away
you acted as though you'd forgotten my name
we can play strangers if you want it that way
lucky for you, you're immune when I say,
""I knew you before you were one of the winners""
now I'll mop the floors while you buy them dinner
yeah, for all of the winners
what I wouldn't give (give to win over the winners)
what I wouldn't give (give to be one the winners)
to win over the winners
to be one the winners
one of the winners
to win over the winners