you wonder why you can make them cry
you get your words in and you ask
why they so easily forgive
well it don't come down to circumstance
you could turn cynics to sycophants
you press your face up against the glass
and rally from your class
you battle prejudice with pride
that it don't come down to rank or birth
you could charm your way out of a hearse
tell me what you want to contemplate
i'll make it trouble free
can't get to sleep 'cause you got away
with everything again today
and do i see something hollow there?
that it could be cloudy, could be clear
did you cataract your conscience, dear
well it don't come down to circumstance
you could forge from cynics, sycophants
you could turn cynics to sycophants
tell me what you want to contemplate
i'll make it trouble free
i'll make it trouble free