You find them bragging at the parties
You wanna set them straight
They hold a feeble claim to fame
They infest
They claim to be elite
And I want to leave
All this and a heart full of nothing
A heart full of whatever
The parents have money
Well I'll set you straight
Like killing roaches
You have to take no pride
Their egos inflate
They walk on six legs
Around the party
They'll tell you who they've met
I regret ever going near this heart full of nothing
Heart full of whatever
The parents have money
I'll set you straight
I'll set you straight
All this and a heart full of nothing
Heart full of whatever
The parents have money
Well I'll set you straight
I'll set you straight