BOTTOM FEEDERS	

That kind of logic would be fine if you’re a child
Believing everything makes the world go round
But the more you get some distance the curtain around you falls
In an empty room you’re not alone. I’m right behind you

Flaunt the innocence
Flaunt the innocent. I’ll show you how
Look at all the bottom feeders
Look at all the bottom feeders

So young, so innocent, so easy to infect
A kind of child abuse not easy to detect
It’s a brain disease grown for centuries. Like pain that doesn’t hurt
They drink it down. It’s in their bones. Even on your t-shirt.

Flaunt the innocence
Flaunt the innocent. I’ll show you how
Look at all the bottom feeders
Look at all the bottom feeders

All along you heard me whisper in your ear
Ambition’s such a waste if you don’t keep me near. Don’t turn around

That kind of logic would be fine if you’re a child

© 2007 J. Kuhl