I was a stoned drunk silhouette of my past 
I lost my nerves when he took me on 
He was this high-healed smooth talking middle class bastard 
Who tried to stab me for where I was from 
And though his words were covered in yesterday's mud 
The boys around him laughed his way 
But on the parking lot where I was born 
He didn't come to play 
No he did not dare to stay 

You think you're better than us 
you think you're better than who 
You think you're better than Annie's angle 
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown 
And then move from ground to ground 
You think you're better than us 
You think you're better than who 
You think you're talking to Annie's angle 
You think you're down with the people who laugh when you frown 
And then move from ground to ground 

Such a pity no one's hurt from your punch 
Must be a drag to look so debased 
On the other side you've still got your kids to die for 
So why take it all out on me 
That angry look doesn't suit your face 
You've got your medals in a box 
And on the telly there's this leader saying 
Blame it on the boss 
You've got to blame it on the boss 

You think you're better...