So I’m a cynic
You people drive me to it
So I’m wrong
Well I have every right
Because after all
You people put me through
How can you even expect me
To believe?

I used to write those foo-foo songs
They’d be sad, and they’d be hurt
But I think it’s time I just got mad

Because you’re inhuman
Each and every one of you
And I’m tired of writing these
“Oh, pity me” songs
Because you don’t have the courage
To tell me the truth

So I’m a cynic
You people drive me to it
I’m finally growing numb to this cold
My eyes are tired and I’ve grown old
But at least in my heart I know
I never did you wrong
No
At least I was honest
All along