I bet you think that it’s easy being enlightened
But it’s really a cross we have to bear
(Putting up with the rest of you)
Incompetency is always surrounding me
I smoke a pack a day
Just to clear out my brain
From your incessant questioning
And still you come to me
With your itty bitty dreams
And your get-rich-quick pyramid schemes
But the reality’s that
I don’t care what you think
And I don’t care what you see
Your opinions don’t matter much to me
Cuz I’m the belle of the ball
With three degrees on my wall
I’m a bonafide intellectual
And some still look at me as if I’m crazy
But if you can’t stand the heat all I can say
Is “Get out of the kitchen, babe”
I bet you wish you were me
In the intelligentsia
But we’re such an exclusive club
So leave your resume
And we’ll be in touch
If you’re good enough
To carve a niche with all the glamorous execs
And sign the big fat bonus checks
Until then, you know that…
And it’s clear now
That we can’t keep on this way
But I fear it’s too late to change
So harvest the wheat
And burn all the chaff
Sweep it away
And bury the ashes in silence
While we pray to God
But he clearly is not listening
And so we just are going to have
To act in his place
credits
from Little Miss Blackout,
released August 8, 2009
John Norwood - Vocals/Guitar
Chris Bentley - Bass
Ryan Silvernail - Drums