Текст песни John Wesley Harding - Other People`s Failure
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Maybe you`re insecureNeck deep in life`s manureMaybe your heart`s impureInured to all small compensationsMaybe you`re born to loseCould be caught out or confusedWearing the condemned man`s shoesWorn out, beyond a warningThere might be one million ills that ail yaBut why do you take pleasure in other people`s failure?Each day since time beganYou`ll meet a modest manWho says he understandsYour plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelingsBut rather you than meThat`s his mentalityHe`s a slave to gravityAnd he watches laughing as you fall downHe doesn`t even have to nail yaThat`s why he takes pleasure in other people`s failureIt is a rule of thumbInside the coliseumThat when the time will comeWe`d rather see the losers slaughteredAnd no-one can resistThis vicarious kissIt is our greatest blissThe twist that gives success its flavourA psychopathic psychedelia....That`s why we take pleasure in other people`s failure