When we feel small, when we feel low
Beside the Beautiful Ones, we're at Zero
But We can always make'em pay, though
There's one now, let's trip her up and rip apart her halo
Oh how we hate
Everyone above Us
Everyone above Us
Oh how we hate
Everyone above Us
Everyone above Us
When we feel small, which is most days
Fortune smiles on the Others but she never looks Our Way
Oh how we hat
Everyone above Us
Everyone above Us
Oh how we hate
Everyone above Us
Everyone above Us