Kick it
I don’t believe that times have changed
Another day and it’s still the same
So pour a glass and raise a toast
Minds may change but the feelings don’t
‘Cos you’re one and the same
Another dickhead with a lot to say
So roll the dice, pin the blame
So if it’s all the same to you
I’ll cut my losses
And separate myself in two
Rotten to the core, destroy it at the source
I’ll cut my losses and try to see this through
If it’s all the same to you
Hypocritical critics always so cynical
Led to believe what they’re feeling is reciprocal
Let the past teach you something today
Nothing will haunt you like the things you don’t say
‘Cos it’s about time that you moved on
Still you refuse to budge
I offered you my hand
But you would rather hold a grudge
So if it’s all the same to you
I’ll cut my losses
And separate myself in two
Rotten to the core, destroy it at the source
I’ll cut my losses and try to see this through
If it’s all the same to you
Closed mind through an open mouth
Think you’ve got it figured out?
So pour a glass, raise a toast
To cutting ties to a fucking joke
Float face down in a sea of illusion
A bunch of pigs feeding from the same trough
Your point of view suspended in time
A friend of you is no friend of mine
So if it’s all the same to you
I’ll cut my losses
And separate myself in two
Rotten to the core
Destroy it at the source
I’ll cut my losses and try to see this through
If it’s all the same to you