My apologies if what I am sayings litigious
My apologies if what I am saying offends
But I feel weve become a generation of whingers
And I'm sure it'll only bring us down in the end
When things don't go your way
I see you lookin round tryin to find somebody to blame
But your fingerpointing aint taking you places
And that smoking is bad for your health
So whos to blame when you trip on your own laces?
Maybe you should blame yourself
Should we all just march it back to the schoolyard?
Try finding the child who threw the first stone?
Ring-ring the money train is at the station
Ka-ching-ching the sweet smell of compensation
I pity men who try to make it alone
I take the system for a ride
It's easy if you swallow your pride
If you can see a lie through to the end
I've got a bone here in my leg
That's what my doctor said
It'll never be the same again
