The boys in the subway talk too loud
They want everyone to look
One of them is counting his money
Looking proudly around
But who is he fooling
No one here is drooling
Over his crumpled paper notes
His parents never loved him enough as a kid
Or what do i know
Maybe they really did
But he's got a new daddy now
Watching over, looking how
He's counting the money
He's counting the money in his hand
And everyone understands and knows
That once he's counted the money
It goes into someone else's hand
He wants to be the worst
Cause he can't be the best
And he's not the first
He's immortal
Or the rest of us
Even more because
Somebody foolin'
And now they rule him
With crumpled paper notes
And I don't wanna stare
It's not my business
I don't care, life isn't fair
All I hear is the iPod in my ear
I want to get off the train
Go running out in the rain
But finally it's my stop
And I can get off
At the subway station
The train rolls away
To its destination with the boys
Trapped inside with the boys
On a joyride With the boys
Trapped inside with the boys
On a joyride with the boys
And there's a song inside of us
It can't be wrong simply because
We were born
Who fooled you?
Who rules you?
Who schooled you?
And there's a song inside of us
It can't be wrong simply because
We were born
Who fooled you?
Who rules you?
Who schooled you?
And there's a song inside of us
It can't be wrong simply because
We were born
Who fooled you?
Who rules you?
Who schooled you?