Enter misguided aspiring mogul

He's handing me a card, he wants to put out a single

And that's the way it's working in a marketplace

If you can talk a better mousetrap you're buying office space

And the world beats a pathway to your basement door

And I'm no smarter than they were, no more clever than they

And my face was as shiny, that's why I watch what I say

And I avoid rose-colored backwards-glancing cliches

So with all this perfection, who's gonna make a brilliant mistake?

Can I save one speck for innocence, can I tell you off with tact?

Can I give you all your pound of flesh and then show you my back?

Cos when they took it over we fell in line like perfect dupes

Yeah, we were so impressed to finally catch their interest

That we mortgaged more than we could ever recoup

Is it something in the water?

Something's missing in their eyes

Substituting strategy for content or surprise

A singular obsession with a narrow sort of fame

Though everyone that came before them also had a name

They agree to these concessions before looking once around

And dig out their own pitfalls with gold shovels laid around

Like the ends are just so marvelous to justify the means

They depend upon anemic distillation of extremes

And when they took it over we held our nose and opened wide

The kind of bitter pill you swallow like a landfill

A mess of overkill and rationalize

And when they took it over we fell in line like target ducks

Wearing the bravest face, waiting patiently to get our taste

Of the fifteen minutes that they'd lined up for us

Can I save one speck for innocence, can I tell you off with tact?

Can I give you all your pound of flesh and then show you my back?

And I know there's nothing black-and-white, you're not an enemy

But something in this bitterness, it just tastes bad to me