What is so wrong about robbing the poor You put hope in their bellies And your manifesto through their front door You inherited tough love A belligerent kind You were the platinum infant So it must be difficult to be the golden child While your friends kill themselves From living too hard Do you really want to sit Sing and play your guitars To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts You play in the space that humanity hates They're claustrophobically spacious They're specially designed to raise the heart-rate And then like a prophet with improbable poise You're propping up little people You'd probably drop them in a second for the Big boys While your friends sit around And discuss their hang-ups And your contemporaries have to piss into cups And confess That it's their powerlessness that corrupts Solitude is my enemey and my best friend Solitude is my enemy and my best friend Life in the enclosure isn't all that bad I'm using muscles that I didn't even know I had Finally I've found somebody just like me I need to reassess whether I like myself Solitude is my enemy and my best friend While your friends kill themselves From living too hard Do you really want to sit Sing and play your guitars To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts