How Can I Compare

Who isn't worse or better than they seem?

The chaste, the slutty and the in-between

Him and her and she and her and him and she

Will answer to whomever when they die alone

But it feels too good to stop and find a stone

To David at an ersatz giant in a party dress

Those aren't fangs, they're costume diamonds dripping off his neck

I know less than you think you do

Simpleton king of a little rotten roost

Where's the beef, my brother?

I just want a quiet life

That's a funny take on higher love

Stolen rolls of money in a boxing glove

Tit for tat is boring, fighting for the pecking rights

Some sleep the sleep of angels wrapped around somebody's wife

Why should I compare?

I have problems all my own

Each heart stops like the other billion

Scars go whiter from vermilion

Rubberneck the freak show, you're already there

There's just too little time

And now there's even less

Why should I compare?

I have problems all my own

Each heart stops like the other billion

Scars go whiter from vermilion

Rubberneck the freak show, you're already there

And I don't really care