From the album 8-Track Player

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Tim Moberly: Guitars, Bass & Backing Vocals
Randy Flones: Drums
Andrew Thies: Lead Vocals
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Lyrics

So you think you've got it all figured out
A fancy foreign car and a three bedroom house
And you know
That an image is all you need

Your fellow co-worker has lost his job
Forget about him, it's time to move on
'cause you know
You cannot use him anymore

You're a pitiful excuse of a man

Got your morals and you've got your dreams
Your prized possession is a big screen tv
Can't you see
How truly pitiful you are?

Complain and criticize the country's demise
You're apathetic and you'll survive
'cause you're spineless
You'll do what you are told

You're a pitiful excuse of a man

As you grow old, you'll realize
The friends you could've made
If you weren't so infatuated with yourself

You're a pitiful excuse of a man

You've got your best friend, it's all that you need
The two of you will do as you please
When will you see
That life has passed you by?

(Copyright 1992 Tim Moberly, Pete Pecoraro)