Other People’s Failure

Maybe you're insecure

Neck deep in life's manure

Maybe your heart's impure

Inured to all small compensations

Maybe you're born to lose

Could be caught out or confused

Wearing the condemned man's shoes

Worn out, beyond a warning

There might be one million ills that ail ya

But why do you take pleasure in other people's failure?

Each day since time began

You'll meet a modest man

Who says he understands

Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings

But rather you than me

That's his mentality

He's a slave to gravity

And he watches laughing as you fall down

He doesn't even have to nail ya

That's why he takes pleasure in other people's failure

It is a rule of thumb

Inside the coliseum

That when the time will come

We'd rather see the losers slaughtered

And no-one can resist

This vicarious kiss

It is our greatest bliss

The twist that gives success it's flavour

A psychopathic psychedelia....

That's why we take pleasure in other people's failure