Are you the one, the handsome bastard son
That nobody will talk about it all?
I am the one, most fortunate of sons
That no one gives a damn about at all

I am singing for you, I am singing for you
All the privileged and the foolish this is for you

All we've done, regrettable but fun
There's something you should know about us all
If you bite your thumb, you better pray I bite my tongue
Where I'm from we throw hands then we talk it out

I am singing for you, I am singing for you
Sensitive yet violent fools
Yeah, this is for you

It's what you think, therefore I am
If I'm the devil, you're the reason
The reason that we kill ourselves
And give ourselves all away

Can you name one fool that sang along?
One person that has heard about us?
Worst of all, of all these sad old songs
No verse was ever sung about them

I am singing for you, I am singing for you
All the privileged and the foolish this is for you

It's what you think, therefore I am
If I'm the devil, you're the reason
The reason that we kill ourselves
And give ourselves all away

It's what you think therefore I am
If you're the devil, I'm the reason
The reason that it still ain't safe
to put ourselves on display
It's what you think therefore I am

I know what you're thinking about
And there ain't no use in that
They seem too good for that
Are you good with that?
Well, get used to that

I know what you're thinking about
And there ain't no use in that
They seem too good for that
Are you good with that?
Well, get used to that