When we feel small, when we feel low Beside the Beautiful Ones, we're at Zero But We can always make'em pay, though There's one now, let's trip her up and rip apart her halo Oh how we hate Everyone above Us Everyone above Us Oh how we hate Everyone above Us Everyone above Us When we feel small, which is most days Fortune smiles on the Others but she never looks Our Way Oh how we hat Everyone above Us Everyone above Us Oh how we hate Everyone above Us Everyone above Us