INTRO:
Yeah. So some mayors, provincial premiers,
company CEO’s, leaders of countries,
your next door neighbour, all have something in common...

VERSE ONE:
No one makes a peaceful person wanna punch a face in like an asshole!
Yeah that's y'all being bad Buddhists,
but just cancel ya plans of all adulation to this
sadist savage acting brutish with your feelings trying to prove it
that really childish behaviour gets rewarded. Of course, it's
even worse when that outburst gets ignored. Then it's “War” in
lieu of being a reasonable human being. I'm floored when
I hear from peers, people explicitly-trusted disappear
with no remorse for their vanishing act. Gaslight you.
That might move you to a panic attack. Sad life - you
trapped, like you live on a flattening raft missing air.
They didn't care. The truth is not banishing that
delusion that shit's cool when it be far from it
- lying for sport - and endorsed by an ego that's all scum with
no humility. Literally think that we all function
for their benefit. Just full of shit with an emotional deficit!
Yeah, just expect this shit!

CHORUS: (x’s 2)
You know them cats - cold as if that's so witty,
with a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy.
Call ‘em assholes cause they act so shitty.
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity!

BREAK:
Assholes (x’s 3)
They are assholes!

VERSE TWO:
Best surround yourself with sensitive people to flourish.
Sociopaths have a facade that's switched on for jerking people around,
'cause they want what they want, and know that we could get down
with their purpose if their response on the surface
appears to be remotely empathic. A habit
not truly rooted in feeling - new to goons who be stealing
your time, energy, money and worse. Just vampires. Cursed?
Maybe you feel tragic, but that shit's not on you.
Safe to say that, that kid is bat-shit-crazy cuckoo
bananas. They cheat on you and challenge the
POV you had. That was mean to do, but they have a
show to do - an aire to put on. And so glaringly awful.
Don't care 'bout your probs, but, yo, they run your office
or country and talk a load they can't back up. And so,
put your middle fingers in the air
for the unstable, scheming, shallow narcissist you can't bear.
Yeah!

CHORUS & BREAK

VERSE THREE:
What a bunch of douchebags! Hard to deduce that
thing called the "truth" with some dudes playing loose, fast
and cheeky with your feelings. There's no healing, just new scabs
over old ones on their own heart. They won't start wit news that
they might have a medical problem, or family member that taught 'em
that their behaviour is awesome. Don't be afraid to be on 'em,
‘cause they rationalize pain that they'll inflict.
Get a phone for these assholes - call ‘em on their shit.