Текст песни In Your Face - Lanvoine

You stand upon your mountaintop
Like the king of the world
Looking down on the peasants
Let your banners unfurl

Look at me look at me
I'm the star in this light
I deserve your attention
No one shines as bright

Well I'm sorry to break it
To you poor little thing
But you're not a hero
Like in ballads you sing

Who do you think you are
Thinking this is your space
Get off that high horse you ride
Sit down and know your place

You sit upon your throne of lies
But you're only special in your own eyes
Rubbing what you've done all in our face
Happy with your big disgrace

You seem to think that you're the best
A cut ahead of all the rest
But all we hear from you is just
Praise me Praise me I am blessed

The rightest person in the land
On a level you can't understand
Your talents are just oh so grand
Honestly no one really gives a damn

I know this better than you
That's all you know how to say
Ignoring advice
Against your erroneous ways

You are wrong, I am right
Who are you trying to fool
You've built up your ego
Now the joke is on you

How can you not see
That you don't have a crown
You aren't the ringleader you're
Just this circus' clown

So just let out some air
From that big head of yours
Before the peoples' hate rises
And clamps you in its jaws

You sit upon your throne of lies
But you're only special in your own eyes
Rubbing what you've done all in our face
Happy with your big disgrace

You seem to think that you're the best
A cut ahead of all the rest
But all we hear from you is just
Praise me Praise me I am blessed

The rightest person in the land
On a level you can't understand
Your talents are just oh so grand
Honestly no one really gives a damn

Here ye, hear ye,
The honourable decree
From your majesty

Well looky looky at who thinks that they're on the top
Everyone prostrate in front of them before their temper gets hot

Why don't you worship me peasants oh I'm so sorry thy grace
But I can't wait for you to fall from there and be put in your place

For everyone else through their lives they make mistakes and they learn
Well your majesty why not you humbly accept it's your turn

It's my world and my rules so you should do what I say
Oh you poor poor thing what kind of game you playing

Maybe what you need is just a simple cure for that itch
Well here's your vaccination your highness just stop being a b

You sit upon your throne of lies
But you're only special in your own eyes
Rubbing what you've done all in our face
Happy with your big disgrace

You seem to think that you're the best
A cut ahead of all the rest
But all we hear from you is just
Praise me Praise me I am blessed

The rightest person in the land
On a level you can't understand
Your talents are just oh so grand
Honestly no one really gives a damn