The Ghost of Christmas Present - No Ego by The Retrospective Soundtrack Players Lyrics
I thought these ghosts would all come quietly
Sneaking somberly, discretely to my room
No chance of that I'm no Christmas past
I'm here to have a blast, my spirit's been exhumed
So what advice is it you're here to give?
There's only one way that you're meant to live
It's all quite simple:
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a grain of salt
Stop trying to make it someone else's fault
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
So you're no great musician, that's crystal clear
No great mathеmatician, not even near
You still got your limbs, your humour and your hеalth
Get over yourself
Let's take a glance out at this Christmas Eve
The friends you always meet, this year you're not there
And sure your name it came up once or twice
They've got their own lives, you really think they care?
I don't see what's the point you're trying to make
Perhaps they'd like to meet up at my wake
We'll try that later
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a grain of sand
Slipping through some annoying child's hand
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
Just be grateful you even got this far
We can't all be poets or football stars
You've still got your girl, your family and your health
Get over yourself
But I still wish that I was never born
You'll understand before this night is gone
You're so self-centred
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a blade of grass
Don't go complaining when it goes too fast
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
You talk to me about ego, that's rich from you
I act how my idols teach me to
Go on take your chains and bother someone else
Get over yourself
Sneaking somberly, discretely to my room
No chance of that I'm no Christmas past
I'm here to have a blast, my spirit's been exhumed
So what advice is it you're here to give?
There's only one way that you're meant to live
It's all quite simple:
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a grain of salt
Stop trying to make it someone else's fault
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
So you're no great musician, that's crystal clear
No great mathеmatician, not even near
You still got your limbs, your humour and your hеalth
Get over yourself
Let's take a glance out at this Christmas Eve
The friends you always meet, this year you're not there
And sure your name it came up once or twice
They've got their own lives, you really think they care?
I don't see what's the point you're trying to make
Perhaps they'd like to meet up at my wake
We'll try that later
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a grain of sand
Slipping through some annoying child's hand
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
Just be grateful you even got this far
We can't all be poets or football stars
You've still got your girl, your family and your health
Get over yourself
But I still wish that I was never born
You'll understand before this night is gone
You're so self-centred
No apathy, no ego
You're as important as a blade of grass
Don't go complaining when it goes too fast
No ego
No sympathy from me, no
You really haven't got it all that bad
Don't wish you had
You talk to me about ego, that's rich from you
I act how my idols teach me to
Go on take your chains and bother someone else
Get over yourself