[Vick]

You’re wrong
And I’m right
And that won’t change
Not even if we fight

Offered the riches
That went along with the realm
A seat at the table
Even a turn at the helm

Just not too certain
About the points that you’re sure on
‘Cause you know “negative feedback”
Is such an oxy-damned-moron

You’re there
And I’m here
And that’s the long
And short of it, my dear

But that bad machinery’d
Only leads to tatters
Got plans for the future
Well, you know – not that it matters

Whispering voices
Too soft and soothing to measure
“Why be a regional hero
when you’re a national treasure?”