Clear all my systems you shout like the bitter old man One handsome mister presidents, preachers we all do wrong a celebration To those who always let things pass I will support you what of your sorrow and pain 'cause I got it before [Chorus:] You're making me hang my head so low You should be impressed by me All the things that I've done and see how I try I want to drown in your flattery you're making me hold my head so low to all my brothers annoying alarm clock wants to wake us up and don't you hit me (A drunk to spy on till I've gone too far) a celebration to those who will let things go wrong I will support you And what of your sorrow and pain 'cause I got it before ::Chorus:: And my knees are already aching shaking like never before I think that you can do better C'mon do I look like a fool? ::Chorus::