The heir is introduced   She waltzes through her ballroom   Swirling in her sequins, showing off her gown   She steps on her own train   She falls, she cracks her jaw   Aghast her husband giggles   He gasps   She slipped on spilled champaigne      Chorus:   And we crowd around the accident   We want to see the worst   We crowd around the accident   We want to see what hurts      They're leaning in the corner   He's buried in a baggie   They say he's mischevious sometimes   She's pretty, and her elbows are so pointy   They're dangerous talking in the locker room   His nose bleeds so profusely   But no one tell him he's the star   They watch like at the movies that he's famous for      CHORUS      Two stories about to fall   Boasting at the swing set, marching down the hall   She yelled, 'cause he upset her desk   Don't yell   He's picking sides, he's hitching rides to school   His father left in winter   He's no one's son   If I can poke her with a pencil, I can pop her with a gun      CHORUS      We think...   I'm glad it wasn't me    And turn up the TV   And squeeze our eyes shut, but leave a space to see