To the wearer, to the spoiled Forgive them, for they will be forgotten Yeah Forgive them, for they will be forgotten Forgive them, for they will be forgot Oh With anchor and Spade in hand I've dug a hole To bury the naysayer To bury the naysayer It's suffocating Get up and take back your air It's the newest fashion Means every face like every other But you're not like them Get up and take back your air Get up Hold your tongue After all I think it was the sound of a broken clock The hateful words of people you don't know You don't know Yeah To the mocker, to the spoiled Who now kiss the ground Miss their younger life Yeah, who now kiss The ground and miss Their younger lives Who are you now? Learn your place