Lyrics:
Well, I might just consider this,
If you don't let me down.
If you can keep me happy,
Well, you can stick around.
Now, I don't care for sycophants
Fake Friends Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (Jett-Laguna) When you were down they were never there All the sycophants they love to make romance When
[Chorus]
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on TV
you
Your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant
And revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am
wanna die, just give me six
Six more lives 'til I feel equipped
Take the names of the sycophants
Smash their dreams into little bits
I don't wanna
to understand
Psychopaths and sycophants are not a waste of time
But all I know
Is heroes come and villains go
Just give the lunatic a chance
And all I
you
Your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant
And revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am
you
Your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant
And revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am
and sycophants
No trust
Thieves! Liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you donâ??t know
My side, your side, their side, we donâ??t know
Which side are they?
tobacco mouth
Then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool
Beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes fools
Hung over, broke, and a round
Roley
Look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
God, I hate these sycophants
Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he
back home to the mountain
Far away from all of the pull
Oh, all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands
And all the traveling trophies
Cannot trust your fellow man at all these days
Sycophants out looking to get paid
Images burned into my face
Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay
I
to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on T-V
We all read magazines for the latest ways to behave
So why not
Your downfall is my gain
And still, you play the sycophant
And revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies
And all my love is hate
I am
wouldn't be enough to save me
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
My sycophant love song
My authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling,
wouldn't be enough to save me
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
My sycophant love song
My authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling,
the sycophants in Marrakesh
Make you feel your very best
Anonymity must make you blue
And you think I'm going to heaven
And that you are going to hell
With
and stuffed
It's a theatre of jumping jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy from the skippies to the pissy pants
Each one separately
Mama says a what she want, mama says a what she want
If you mess with me, you wrestlin' with the deep, I tell you what
Yes, you like a sycophant
a paranoid, sycophant, masochistic dilettante
Narcissistic elephant in the room
I'm the end of the world, thinning the herd
The all around outta my mind,
Your downfall is my gain
And still, you play the sycophant
And revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies
And all my love is hate
I am
were turned
Meanwhile our little gem
Is sleeping with sycophants
But now and then we're joining in
Tracking mud while blood letting
We've
be enough to save me
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
My sycophant love song, my authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling, the only
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