Here, we are safe We are wrapped in our bubble Of disinfected trouble We can't begin to know There they are, where they are Lost in the mire Of disaffected liar And angry Holy Joe Hear us wax lyrical Wise words satirical With air guitars and poison puns We really are the chosen ones ♪ And though we are smug We are cocksure and clever We know that we know better We know that we are right It's word jazz, as plain as The nose on your Facebook It's all clear as day looks It's all in black and white Wait till they hear us shout We have so much to shout about We shoot the stars with water guns We really are the chosen ones ♪ We hold the real gold The truth is in the telling And everything we're selling Will surely come to be We hold the higher ground They're all bound to see it I'd even guarantee it My friends - they all agree Deep down, they know we're right So, we'll sleep in peace tonight With air guitars and poison puns We shoot the stars with water guns Just wait until our Kingdom comes 'Cause still we are the chosen ones