It’s just something people say

They don’t really feel that way

Prep-school gangsters make the call

As the summer turns to fall

I was tired but waking up

I was dying to test my luck

Prep-school gangsters barred the way

There was nothing I could say

CHORUS:

Call me jealous

Call me mad

Now I’ve got the thing you had

Somewhere in your family tree

There was someone just like me

I was only walking by

Didn’t mean to catch your eye

It’s just something people say

You could lose some teeth that way

Call it business

Call it war

Cutting class through revolving doors

Yours was better

Mine was worse

’Til I took on the fifth-gen curse

CHORUS

It’s just something people say...