The Twang Follow

I know what it’s like to be down here,
‘cause I’ve been down here before.
It feels like some kind of paradise,
Gives me something worth fighting for.

There’s a fire in my belly, now you’ve come unstuck,
You been feeding off my scraps, now you’re out of luck,
And the clouds are dispersed and there’s joy and here comes the sun.

And you think it’s all about you,
Yeah, you think it’s all about you.

See, you don’t possess the style you say you possess
And I don’t believe you for a minute, you’re a mess.
You’ve become so obsessed with the rest of the pack,
You’ve got too far, now you won’t be coming back.

You said that’s all they had left when you came back in those stupid shoe,
I know you couldn’t bare to face me, so you said you had the flu.
You’re a top flight gunner, who loves to shoot the runner,
Maybe I’m destructive, more constructive than you.

And you think it’s all about you,
Yeah, you think it’s all about you.
Go and do whatever you do,
‘cause you think it’s all about you.

It’s all about you,
It’s all about you,
It’s all about you,
It’s all about you.