What will grow crooked, you can’t make straight It’s the price that you’ve gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack your bags Buy a ticket and get on a train Buy a ticket and get on a train
‘Cause this is fucked up, fucked up ‘Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs And laid down in the bitumen You have tried your best to please everyone But it just isn’t happening No, it just isn’t happening
And that is fucked up, fucked up And this is fucked up, fucked up This is your blind spot, blind spot It should be obvious, but it’s not. But it isn’t, but it isn’t
You cannot kick-start a dead horse You just cross yourself and walk away I don’t care what the future holds ‘Cause I’m right here and I’m today With your fingers you can touch me
I am your black swan, I am black swan But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top And this is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swan, black swan But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top And for spare parts, we’re broken up But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top
You are fucked up, fucked up This is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swans, black swans And for spare parts, we’re broken up