You're a great big talker

Tell them what to do

Giving out directions

You don't follow through

You're a great complainer

Haven't done a thing

Good at pointing fingers

Acting like a king

Fake believers

Spreading all around

Crave approval

Before they let you down

Counting on emotions

Of the blinded crowd

Making sense means nothing

When you've got no ground

Flames are growing

Burning inside out

False and spineless

It's time to throw them out