Lyrics: Matt Peach
Music: Matt Peach
Are we to good to you
Are we filled with adoration
Cus we don’t know we’re being screwed?
Though you’ve got letters by your name
You fall short of expectations
Your eyes are on a bigger game
I’ve every right to be
Questioning what I see
The victor wrote history
And we swallowed whole
If we don’t see eye to eye
Cast doubt on your motivations
We’re dragged through the tabloid lines
Does it hurt? Poor little thing
Is someone pulling your strings
For what they want is your just cause
Feed me another lie to breed another war
Well I’ve every right to be
Questioning what I see
The victor wrote history
And we swallowed whole
So I’ve every right to be
Questioning what I see
The victor wrote history
And we swallowed whole
It’s all a matter of opinion
Well I’m not left and I’m not right
But when those dirty bullets start to fly and a billion voices ask you why
I doubt your conscience troubles you at night
Cus I’ve every right to be
Questioning what I see
The victor wrote history
And we swallowed whole
I’ve every right to be
Questioning what I see
The victor wrote history
That we swallowed whole