In searing wonderment they lament
oh why, oh why!
can we not be like them
in feverish discontents they seethe and simmer
why oh why!
are we like we are
for we only look up to only see down
yet up there
the thems still shine
like they own the golden sun
as we burn in angst and buy tans out of a bottle
oh why, oh why!
can we not be like them
oh! for a princely sum and qualities sublime