Other People's Failure Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

Maybe you're insecure 

Neck deep in life's manure 

Maybe your heart's impure 

Inured to all small compensations 

Maybe you're born to lose 

Could be caught out or confused 

Wearing the condemned man's shoes 

Worn out, beyond a warning 

There might be one million ills that ail ya 

But why do you take pleasure in other people's failure? 

Each day since time began 

You'll meet a modest man 

Who says he understands 

Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings 

But rather you than me 

That's his mentality 

He's a slave to gravity 

And he watches laughing as you fall down 

He doesn't even have to nail ya 

That's why he takes pleasure in other people's failure 

It is a rule of thumb 

Inside the coliseum 

That when the time will come 

We'd rather see the losers slaughtered 

And no-one can resist 

This vicarious kiss 

It is our greatest bliss 

The twist that gives success it's flavour 

A psychopathic psychedelia.... 

That's why we take pleasure in other people's failure