And by Queen you thought they all meant royaltynlike they knew your potentialnlike your high school was a self help booknwritten on bathroom stalls in pencilsnand you knew as long as they kept talking shit you could succeednand by Fairy you thought they knew about your wingsnnIsn't that one of them way down there? nWith the beautiful childrennand the thinning hairnand isn't that you way up herenpretending like it got you nowherennSo you packed up your f-a and their g-g-o-tnand you moved it to the countrynand you wonder why you compare yourself to the hudson rivernthen you remember, they put their waste in younand though your currents tried to fight itnby looking at all the pieces of glass that used to be shinynthat your shores cannot hidennIsn't that one of them way down there? nWith the beautiful childrennand the thinning hairnand isn't that you way up herenpretending like you still don't carennin order to fly, you've gotta have something to rise abovenand is it ok that you have to have hate to have self lovennand yes that is one of them down therenthat is one of them way down therenand you still don't carenand it got you nowheren