You're at the top of a wishing well
As I drown at the bottom
You think you're a leader
When really you're just a joker
You think you are perfect
When you are nothing
You've got the world on a plate
You're the person I f*cking hate
As yet entitled
So f*cking entitled
I see you smile and you walk away
I can't get over the smell that you made
As you sit at an ivory desk
Counting coins and notes
You're someone I detest
You think you are perfect
When you are nothing
You've got the world on a plate
You're the person I f*cking hate
How are you so entitled
Why are you so f*cking entitled
You sit on the throne with a crown of thorns
On, your, head
I rot down here on my own
You sit on the throne
As you see the clear, divide
I rot down here on my own
How are you so entitled
Why are you so f*cking entitled
You sit on the throne
With smile paste on, your, face
Seperation, conquer, divide
You sit on the throne with a crown of thorns
On, your, head
I rot down here on my own
How are you, so entitled
Why are you so f*cking entitled