Your Look Gave You Away

Just outside my door
I’ve seen your poster on the street
I’m the father, you’re the Jesus
Whose eyes don’t want to meet
So don’t disown, ridiculous
Your hair in disarray
Maybe you’re a genius
Your look gave you away
I’m tired, the nights been long
I’ve got better things to do
Than listen to a song about you… you
This isn’t about the past
This is just in present tense
I won’t mention what you payed me with
I worked in your defense
And I can’t believe your arrogance
It’s bad even for you
Poor little rich boy
Whatever will you do?
I’m tired, the nights been long
I’ve got better things to do
Than listen to a song about you… you
You…
You…
You…