This is narcissistic hypocrisy They're screaming because they've got something worth screaming So how can you justify hanging around with me? October morning in the Eighties, born clutching a silver spoon And though I know I didn't earn it, I'm not letting go of it anytime soon And the tears filled my eyes when he sang us that song And I stepped in your way before moving along Disgusting myself with my typical tendencies I should know better by now We're selfish kids We're oblivious