If you're never wrong
you're rarely right
Like an angry Fido
all bark and little bite
And when they do nip you,
it's felt, but doesn't amount to much
Because you've taken your ego to
heights that not even you can touch
I'd say, Get Over Yourself, but alas
you can't, and frankly my dear, you're slacking
Perhaps there's been some Fatherly guidance
in life that has been lacking
And say hello to Jesus, you've probably
passed him by
While exalting yourself
on high
Only the good Lord knows how you've gotten
this far thinking the world should laud you
Believing that even in error the universe
should certainly applaud you
I suppose I should lend you a tissue
for that hemorrhaging nose bleed you've aquired
from dangling from the heighest of heights...
Gee, aren't your arms tired?
Tired of struggling to pull yourself up to
that lofty existence of the exalted one
dangling like a self proclaimed star, unfortunately
destined to plummet into the heat of the sun
That oh so perfect one who could never
possibly be mistaken, but such is their plight
Cause if you are never wrong
you are rarely ever right
And all that's left
is an admission you'd never make
and that would be
that even YOU have made a mistake
you're rarely right
Like an angry Fido
all bark and little bite
And when they do nip you,
it's felt, but doesn't amount to much
Because you've taken your ego to
heights that not even you can touch
I'd say, Get Over Yourself, but alas
you can't, and frankly my dear, you're slacking
Perhaps there's been some Fatherly guidance
in life that has been lacking
And say hello to Jesus, you've probably
passed him by
While exalting yourself
on high
Only the good Lord knows how you've gotten
this far thinking the world should laud you
Believing that even in error the universe
should certainly applaud you
I suppose I should lend you a tissue
for that hemorrhaging nose bleed you've aquired
from dangling from the heighest of heights...
Gee, aren't your arms tired?
Tired of struggling to pull yourself up to
that lofty existence of the exalted one
dangling like a self proclaimed star, unfortunately
destined to plummet into the heat of the sun
That oh so perfect one who could never
possibly be mistaken, but such is their plight
Cause if you are never wrong
you are rarely ever right
And all that's left
is an admission you'd never make
and that would be
that even YOU have made a mistake