Song Description

Finally, a song NOT about soup.

Lyrics

You've been beat and bloodied
and sick and studied
and now nobody's coming for you

and all you want is
to get up off the mattress
make believe you're nobody's fool

Everything you knew was all wrong
it's a miracle you made it this long
but you know you're gonna be
you know you're gonna be
sombody's Big Party, soon.

It's not so funny
when you're all out of money
and everybody's pointing at you
it's hard to take it
you only want to make it
til Three and then you're so out of school

Everything you do is all wrong
it's a miracle you made it this long
but you know you're gonna be
you know you're gonna be
sombody's Big Party, soon.

Got your own permission, baby
to get your own parade
you'll be driving the Jaguar, baby
And then you'll have it made

They're all so ugly
these spendy little druggies
they're off to get a useless degree
but you won't let 'em break you
they underestimate you
like all the other social debris

Everything they knew was all wrong
Never knew you'd finish so strong
And you know they're gonna be
you know they're gonna be
So Sorry (they'll be so sorry)
So Sorry (it's your Big Party)
It's your big party