Rumours and gossip are the only topics that seem to come up when I’m talking to you.
You’re so fucking jealous but you’ll never tell us
So just keep pointing fingers and in the end you’ll lose.

You see, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m talked my own fair share of shit.
But it came back around, karma knocked me to the ground and I’ve fucking learned from it.

High horses, glass houses,
A hundred clichés that ring so true.
You’re no better than any of us.
So get you nose out of everything that we do!