lyrics
Experts see what I could shout, rip me off and sell me out.
What was that you said? You did not pay rent!
You landed on my head and now you’ve spent the thoughts I lent.
Package me up and send my junk away to the
American Visionary Museum’s new display.
You know what artists make. I’m just a
friend of a friend of a friend of someone with taste.
Outside’s in and inside’s out.
Little rich kids can live without.
How can I be out, when I’m clearly so in?
I was out until that was in; soon, I’ll be out again.
I’m glad I grew up the way I did.
I’ve got absolutely no intentions of going back on what I did, but
you say we were so hard done by.
You claim you’re just some kind of outsider guy.
Quit your whining! Hey, what’s the matter?
You were handed all this on a platter!
Stop complaing! What’s your fucking problem?
You were born in a silver water fountain!
Stop your whining! Hey, what’s the matter?
You were handed all this on a platter!
Stop complaing! What’s your fucking problem?
You were born in a silver water fountain!
credits
from
Inside Chance,
track released February 23, 2007
Written by Collapsing Opposites.
Ryan McCormick sang and played guitar, bass, percussion and keyboard.
Recorded and produced by Ryan McCormick and Pietro Sammarco in various locations, 2005-2006.
Mixed by Pietro Sammarco at Pippo Sound, Vancouver BC.
Mastered by Stuart McKillop.
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