Pride - Richard Thompson
Lyrics by:Richard Thompson
Composed by:Richard Thompson
What would you do if I pricked your balloon
Would you burst into tears and run to your room
Or say it's just once in a very blue moon
Would you be aware you were leaking air
Would you know some b***h of a witch somewhere
Who's sticking pins in you pins in you pins in you
Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
Come on baby strut your stuff
You far enough just 'cause you're tough enough
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home
When you're like you it's hard to be humble
You never think twice you never stumble
The seeds of doubt they never rumble
Vanity
Vanity
All is vanity
Do you feel something for the rest of humanity
We can't live up to you up to you up to you
Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
You look so majestic standing there
With the playful breeze blowing in your hair
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home
Show 'em what's wrong show 'em how to do it
They fluffed it they muffed it they scuffed it they blew it
The spanner's in the works and you know who threw it
A coupon short of a toaster there
Will you use your wit or your famous stare
To write the symphony infamy infamy
Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
Come on baby you strut your stuff
You far enough just 'cause you're tough enough
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home