Other People's Failure Songtext

Maybe you're insecure Neck deep in life's manure Maybe your heart's impure Inured to all small compensations Maybe you're born to lose Could be caught out or confused Wearing the condemned man's shoes Worn out, beyond a warning There might be one million ills that ail ya But why do you take pleasure in other people's failure? Each day since time began You'll meet a modest man Who says he understands Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings But rather you than me That's his mentality He's a slave to gravity And he watches laughing as you fall down He doesn't even have to nail ya That's why he takes pleasure in other people's failure It is a rule of thumb Inside the coliseum That when the time will come We'd rather see the losers slaughtered And no-one can resist This vicarious kiss It is our greatest bliss The twist that gives success its flavour A psychopathic psychedelia.... That's why we take pleasure in other people's failure