SnaFu Armchair Critic Lyrics

You have his sympathy because you have choice a first class ticket to second place sedan chair he's just bought he doesn't know it's second hand. You can't see the woods for the trees you won't be seen dead with yourself sputnik test match tertium quid tête tertiaries confidence leaks through the holes she drilled unawake unaware the tears you wept were acid to her backseat driver armchair critic cynical apathy second place sarcastic sympathy tyranny portrait of irony gytrash scapegoat of her mistakes