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Glass House Kings

bjackson

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About

The blame game

Lyrics

Verse 1

Silver spoons

Stuck in your throat

You choke on the wealth you didn't earn

Always acting like a king but you're just a joke

Soft hands

Never felt a day of work

Never felt a grain of dirt

Thinking that the planet owes you some kind of prize

But you can't even look the truth in its eyes

You ignore the map

Then cry when you get lost

Your ego is a glass house and I'm throwing rocks

Thinking you're the victim while you're holding the knife

You're just a tourist in your own damn life

Chorus

Fragile minds and brittle bones

Sitting on a paper throne

You don't listen

You just blame

Playing such a losing game

Respect is earned

It isn't given

You're barely even living

You're barely even living

Post-Chorus

Earn it

Earn it

You gotta earn it

Nobody owes you nothing

Verse 2

Stiff neck

Wide mouth

Spitting at the hand that tried to help

You take the shortcut and then wonder why it's south

Advice is noise

To a boy who thinks he's God

To a fraud who thinks he's hard

Safe in a bubble till a pin prick makes it pop

Then you're calling for the manager to make it stop

Pointing every finger

Except the one that's yours

Trying to open windows while you're locking all the doors

You scream for justice but you can't stand the heat

A participation trophy doesn't mean you won the street

Chorus

Fragile minds and brittle bones

Sitting on a paper throne

You don't listen

You just blame

Playing such a losing game

Respect is earned

It isn't given

You're barely even living

You're barely even living

Post-Chorus

Earn it

Earn it

You gotta earn it

Nobody owes you nothing

Bridge

Deep low tones

Resonating in the chest

The ancestors see you

They are not impressed

The wind doesn't care about your feelings

The mountain doesn't care about your name

The snow will fall regardless

The wolf will hunt the same

Grow up

Wake up

Stand up

Or stay down

Chorus

Fragile minds and brittle bones

Sitting on a paper throne

You don't listen

You just blame

Playing such a losing game

Respect is earned

It isn't given

You're barely even living

You're barely even living

Outro

Glass children

Breaking in the breeze

No more excuses

Get off your knees

Earn it

Or lose it

The world is moving on

Without you

Without you

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