Sycophant Lyrics

Someone shoot the messenger,
Dig me a grave
I can't take another minute of
This poseur's charade
Give me radio revolution
Give me public execution
Burn the flag, join the looters,
Plug your ears and stop the
Endless stream of lies.

You're standing on the top,
Don't know how you got there
You think you know it all,
Never known, you never well
They're coming up to get you
They're coming up to get you
Knock you down

Momentary fashion, the
Passing of a phase
Calculated drivel from
Empty soul parade
Pabulum for the masses
You can dig the grave
All you ever wanted was a
Little piece of fame
Oh your lies, lies.

You're standing on the top,
Don't know how you got there
You think you know it all,
Never known, you never well
They're coming up to get you
They're coming up to get you
Knock you down

Lies

You're standing on the top,
Don't know how you got there
You think you know it all,
Never known, you never well
They're coming up to get you
They're coming up to get you
Knock you down

Lies