Know-it-all, step aside and keep this to yourself
You´re conceited to the bone
Self-important
Self-indulgent
You´ve been overestimated
A jester on a makeshift throne
The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline Cause we´re way beyond the joke
You´re past your prime, you shouldn´t cross that line
Here´s your consolation prize
Cut it out, skip the details, we don´t wanna know
We´re not gonna play along
Stop the preaching
Stop the wailing
Won´t you stop the patronizing?
You´re dead last in a race of one
The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline Cause we´re way beyond the joke
You´re past your prime, you shouldn´t cross that line
And we´ll cut you down to size
You owe us a punchline
You´re conceited to the bone
Self-important
Self-indulgent
You´ve been overestimated
A jester on a makeshift throne
You´re past your prime, you shouldn´t cross that line
Here´s your consolation prize
We´re not gonna play along
Stop the preaching
Stop the wailing
Won´t you stop the patronizing?
You´re dead last in a race of one
You´re past your prime, you shouldn´t cross that line
And we´ll cut you down to size
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