Content

Your sad rags put them on
You're betrayed by your eyes
Content to be content
With all we possess
This is something to despise

Your a loser or a winner
The fence's been broken
I hear your a beginner
Well nothing is sacred

These are sad times
But there's fools to lead us
Betrayed by a smile
A complement to the extent
Of apathy's sickness
If you don't know
Just ask why

You're a loser or a winner
The fence's been broken
I hear your a beginner
Well nothing is sacred