my brilliant career

MY BRILLIANT CAREER

I'm a cynical fowl clucking around the farmyard
Brain eating food for thought, shitting all over the place
My memory is like a sieve, I can just remember
big feeds, big greed, big mistakes
and so I've given up competing with the pacesetters
The big cock's that crow the loudest, blah blah blah

But I'm an arrogant fool messing about on the motorway
Brain beating, fists full of words in my mouth
I stumble around like a loser with a grudge
Big stage, big step sideways
Or one tiny step for one tiny man
One big zero for mankind

So why do I bother?
I've always hated teachers' pets
I don't think dogs should be made to smoke cigarettes
I don't want to hear the ballad of Mott the Hoople
Halfwit tunes to amuse the lesser people
But I'm still a useful tool serving a function
Pretending that if I'm aware there is no need to care
The choice is all my own, I can lose if I want to
I'm a big jerk, a little star, a touch short sighted
So here am I crawling with the pacesetters
and the big cocks still crow the loudest down on the farm

We're useful tools, keeping things down
by pretending that if we're aware there is no need to care,
as we sing "It's my party I can cry if I want to,
I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to"
So here we are, we're doing what you expect us to
and the big cocks still crow the loudest down on the farm
Cock-a-doodle doo