You just pretend to know me, don't you?

You just pretend to care. But somehow

the devil inside of you has fought its way through

and somehow I've landing in the mud.

It's all just a game to your little mind, isn't it?

You just play along and laugh.

You're the winner, I'm the loser, but it doesn't matter.

As long as you're the king of this parade,

the rest of the crowd doesn't mean a thing.

It's just you, big footed and big minded.

It's just you, standing upon the world.

It's just you, and I don't mean a thing.