Lyrics The Jokes on You - Slaves On Dope

The Jokes on You

The hill you have to climb is steep and high
It’s getting harder to see
the ship is sinking and you cannot swim
hands waving in the air…
end of the race
red in the face
cause you cannot keep up with the pace
you’re a disgrace
and despicable
exhausted you collapse into the mud
eyes burning from your tears
you crawl your way back up to your feet
only to fall back…
end of the race
red in the face
‘cause you cannot keep up with the pace
you’re a disgrace
and despicable
vanity case
you’ve been replaced
so you better learn how to embrace
That lonely place, so predictable
I don’t think the audience would disagree
you wouldn’t be here without me
you pound your chest like you just won the war
the joke’s on you
but you think the joke’s on me
fighting an enemy that’s invisible
this ends the love affair…