just to emphasize the things stangable1984 wrote (with my interpretation, of course). i believe this song came to expressing a range of feelings \ thoughts \ complete the missing word, concerning to bourgeoisie. but for my opinion, the narrator (Jarvis) actually talk to himself (at least at the stanzas). perhaps guiding himself with some kind of sarcasm, perhaps looking back on his life (maybe, others) cynically : build yourself a castle...get into classical music... and so on. and what is the benefits? "people tell me what a real nice guy you are". we can understand the frustration in light of this nonsignificant benefits. but with or without reference to these seemingly benefits, at the chorus came the confession. and, in my humble opinion, it is not only Jarvis's confession. it is the necessary confession of all the humanity, that trapped in the false lights of the bourgeoisie. to point the option that although we civilized and polite and listening to classical music (wow, what a wonderful creatures we are) with the "half the chance" we "will kill again". when "kill" metaphorically means that we will expose the real faces (and what pretty face we have) behind the mask of the bourgeoisie we all wear.
just to emphasize the things stangable1984 wrote (with my interpretation, of course). i believe this song came to expressing a range of feelings \ thoughts \ complete the missing word, concerning to bourgeoisie. but for my opinion, the narrator (Jarvis) actually talk to himself (at least at the stanzas). perhaps guiding himself with some kind of sarcasm, perhaps looking back on his life (maybe, others) cynically : build yourself a castle...get into classical music... and so on. and what is the benefits? "people tell me what a real nice guy you are". we can understand the frustration in light of this nonsignificant benefits. but with or without reference to these seemingly benefits, at the chorus came the confession. and, in my humble opinion, it is not only Jarvis's confession. it is the necessary confession of all the humanity, that trapped in the false lights of the bourgeoisie. to point the option that although we civilized and polite and listening to classical music (wow, what a wonderful creatures we are) with the "half the chance" we "will kill again". when "kill" metaphorically means that we will expose the real faces (and what pretty face we have) behind the mask of the bourgeoisie we all wear.