Home Run

It's not you it's them that are wrong
Oh, in five years time, will it be
We all want someone to shout for
All the thoughts that I just said
Will linger round and multiply in their head
Not that mad to start with
I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed
It's not you it's them that's the fake
I won't mess with your escape
Is this really your escape?
Everybody's got their box
Doing what they're told
You pushed my faith near being lost
Your do-rights or in divides
Will never unhinge us