(The) Harvey Danger Database

You’re doing everything your people said to
I’d hate to be the one to break it to you
It’s only sad ’cause it’s true
They misled you when they bred you

You don’t have to be a genius
But it helps to, it helps to
Fools and charlatans, they may get wise
But only cream and bastards rise
Yeah, you could see it in their eyes

You follow good advices to the letter
You know your friend? He’s doing so much better than you
Are ever likely to do
He’ll eclipse you, but he will not miss you, no

You don’t have to be a genius
But it helps to, it helps to
All the also-rans are real nice guys
But only cream and bastards rise

People who could buy and sell you
Sharing a joke no one will ever tell you
You think you’re dialed in
Someone has to win
And you know what that means
It means someone’s got to lose
It’s probably you
It’s probably you

It’s not a race, it’s not a competition
And if it were, you’d be in no position to
Get anybody to listen to you
If you had to, not even if you had to
Not even if your ever-lovin’ life depended on it!

You don’t have to be a genius
But it helps to, it helps you
Some are aliens, the rest are spies
But only cream and bastards rise
Yeah, you could see it in their eyes
Eyes
You could see it in their eyes!

(Thank you, President Hoover!)