Maybe you're insecure   Neck deep in life's manure   Maybe your heart's impure   Inured to all small compensations   Maybe you're born to lose   Could be caught out or confused   Wearing the condemned man's shoes   Worn out, beyond a warning   There might be one million ills that ail ya   But why do you take pleasure in other people's failure?          Each day since time began   You'll meet a modest man   Who says he understands   Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings   But rather you than me   That's his mentality   He's a slave to gravity   And he watches laughing as you fall down   He doesn't even have to nail ya   That's why he takes pleasure in other people's failure         It is a rule of thumb   Inside the coliseum   That when the time will come   We'd rather see the losers slaughtered   And no-one can resist   This vicarious kiss   It is our greatest bliss   The twist that gives success it's flavour   A psychopathic psychedelia....   That's why we take pleasure in other people's failure