paroles de chanson Assholes - More Or Les

Human Condition. Yeah
So some mayors, provincial premiers
Company CEO's, leaders of countries
Your next door neighbour, all have something in common

No one makes a peaceful person wanna punch a face in like an asshole
Yeah, that's y'all being bad Buddhists
But just cancel ya plans of all adulation to this
Sadist savage acting brutish with your feelings trying to prove it
That really childish behaviour gets rewarded. Of course, it's
Even worse when that outburst gets ignored. Then it's "War" in
Lieu of being a reasonable human being. I'm floored when
I hear from peers, people explicitly-trusted disappear
With no remorse for their vanishing act. Gaslight you
That might move you to a panic attack. Sad life - you
Trapped, like you live on a flattening raft missing air
They didn't care. The truth is not banishing that
Delusion that shit's cool when it be far from it
Lying for sport - and endorsed by an ego that's all scum with
No humility. Literally think that we all function
For their benefit. Just full of shit with an emotional deficit
Yeah, just expect this shit

Yeah, you know them cats - cold as if that's so witty
With a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy
Call 'em assholes cause they act so shitty
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity
Yeah, you know them cats - cold as if that's so witty
With a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy
Call 'em assholes cause they act so shitty
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity
Assholes, assholes, assholes
They are assholes

Best surround yourself with sensitive people to flourish
Sociopaths have a facade that's switched on for jerking people around
Cause they want what they want, and know that we could get down
With their purpose if their response on the surface
Appears to be remotely empathic. A habit
Not truly rooted in feeling - new to goons who be stealing
Your time, energy, money and worse. Just vampires. Cursed
Maybe you feel tragic, but that shit's not on you
Safe to say that, that kid is bat-shit-crazy cuckoo
Bananas. They cheat on you and challenge the
P.O.V. you had. That was mean to do, but they have a
Show to do - an aire to put on. And so glaringly awful
Don't care 'bout your probs, but, yo, they run your office
Or country and talk a load they can't back up. And so
Put your middle fingers in the air
For the unstable, scheming, shallow narcissist you can't bear
Yeah

Yeah, you know them cats - cold as if that's so witty
With a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy
Call 'em assholes cause they act so shitty
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity
Yeah, you know them cats - cold as if that's so witty
With a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy
Call 'em assholes cause they act so shitty
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity
Assholes, assholes, assholes
They are assholes

What a bunch of douchebags! Hard to deduce that
Thing called the "truth" with some dudes playing loose, fast
And cheeky with your feelings. There's no healing, just new scabs
Over old ones on their own heart. They won't start with news that
They might have a medical problem, or family member that taught 'em
That their behaviour is awesome. Don't be afraid to be on 'em
Cause they rationalize pain that they'll inflict
Get a phone for these assholes - call 'em on their shit