Elephant in the room
Is everything I ever did
It's holding on to every word
It hasn't forgiven, and won't forget
Along comes the scapegoat
Billy G. Gruff on the bridge
Accidentally burnt it down
But TRIED to build it back again
Apparently these mistakes are a feast
For a drove of starving pigs
They've devoured all the meat
But still have bones to pick
By the hairs of every little piggy's
Tittle-tattling cliquey clique cliques
Says the wolf, "I can only take so much
Before I just blow the fucking house in"
For truly, a sheep in wolf's clothing
That's who the 'Big Bad Wolf' really is
He's just realized the house was worthless
The piece of shit was made of sticks
This sheepish, scapegoat, wolfman
Is used to being called a dick
For his inebriated mishaps
And his stark abrasiveness
But for every bridge burned
I've had to swim beneath it
That shallow water under the bridge
Is just piss in the wind
(If the house was worth a dam
They wouldn't have built it out of sticks
If the waters had any depth
They'd have built a better bridge)
Elephant in the room
Remembers everything I ever did
I never meant to hurt it
All I've tried to do is be its friend
The moral of the story
Is live and let live
Don't dwell on childish things
And don't be a pretentious douchebag prick