I've got my money all set on a ball I'm not stupid, I'm just watching it fall They say the wheel's been spinning for long I'm only here to make a life out of song The neatest thing about being the patron's son Must be to get to choose whose side you are on Watch them scramble for a shoulder to cry on Hell, I'm just looking for a boulder to sigh on It's open season Far as I'm concerned Hey, what you sow is just what you earn Woe unto you, pharisees When everybody turns to look at the rich Say, how about their heads in a ditch We'll screen a bit of the old Bill and Melinda Bound to be the kindest folks on the cinder It's open season Far as I'm concerned The more you know, the more ye learn Woe unto you, pharisees Keep it subtle, almost ordinary Might come off as kind of visionary That should work out for you I guess I'm kinda like a wavering pilgrim Not too righteous, not too prone to sin It's true Well, I never come in right on, do you? Never heavy, but I wish to be in tune It's only when I meet the kind we're sparing Do I wonder if there's any point in— But what can you do? They tried to warn you but it wasn't enough You always thought they sold you in on the bluff So now you get to hear the desperate cries Hope you're happy to just watch from the lines