from the "Minority Of One" lp. Music by Brian Baker, lyrics by Dave Smalley.
So sorry you think I'm not the best
I didn't know I had to pass your fucking
test
you're throwing darts
but what a price I'm paying for all the
stupid thing you're saying
you write in cheap shots everyday
did you think I won't hear what you say?
it's pathetic - you never got the point
I shouldn't let my nose get out of joint
this is serious, it's not a game
poured it on, and still you say we're
lame
a sad state we're in we worked so hard
to make this real
I didn't think that you came with the
deal
faceless, nameless, safe behind a screen
but did you ever stop to think what
words could mean?
it's pathetic - you never got the point
I shouldn't let my nose get out of joint
this is serious, it's not a game
poured it on, and still you say I'm lame
it might be stupid, might be naive
but there are some things we can all
believe
throwing darts again
throwing darts again
and I know to you I'm just a name but I
wonder if you'd feel the same
everything I stand for, you never got
so here I am with my heart exposed, take
your best shot
just put me up against the wall
take off my blindfold
put on yours
line up - fire
you're throwing darts again and again
and again