Little Guy

Big plans for a little guy
Hiding in the weeds
He knows what he wants
But he don’t know what he needs

How can we tell him that he’s wrong?
How can we tell him that he’s wrong?

Big plans for a little guy
High up in the trees
He looks down and sees
Only what he wants to see

How can I tell him to come down?
How can I kill him and not make a sound?

Talking in circles
Like you have a fucking clue
You’re filled with hatred
Did you know that I am too?

Big brains for a little guy
He knows right from wrong
Always singing out of tune
But he swears he wrote the song

How can we tell him that he’s wrong?
No one’s gonna save him when he’s choking on his tongue

Running in circles
With your tail between your legs
It’s coming back to bite you
Aiming for your neck
The pain you wished on others
Now is what you feel
Faking your life for the screen
I’ll show you what’s fucking real

Big plans for the little guy