Annie’s Angle

I was a stoned drunk silhouette of my past
I lost my nerves when he took me on
He was this high-healed smooth talking middleclass bastard
Who tried to stab me for where I was from
And though his words was covered in yesterdays mud
The boys around him laugh his way
But on the parking lot where I was born
He didn't come to play

No he didn't dare to stay

You think you're better than us
You think you're better than who
You think you're better than Annie's angle
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown
And then move from ground to ground

You think you're better than us
You think you're better than who
You think you're talking to Annie's angle
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown
And then move from ground to ground

Such a pit no one's hurt from your punch
Must be a drag to look so debased
On the other side you've still got your kids to die for
So why take it all out on me
That angry look doesn't suite your face
You've got your medals in a box
And on the telly there's this leader saying
- Blame it on the boss

You've got to blame it on the boss

You think you're better than us
You think you're better than who
You think you're better than Annie's angle
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown
And then move from ground to ground

You think you're better than us
You think you're better than who
You think you're talking to Annie's angle
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown
And then move from ground to ground 3x

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