Face In My Crowd

you cheat, you lie, you talk about my friends
to my face, their back, when will it ever end?

chorus:
why you wannabee a face in my crowd
why you gotta be a face in my crowd?

you come around the show on the weekend
i don't like your hair, your clothes, or your girlfriend

(chorus)

i didn't call you up
wannabee
i didn't call you up
wannabee
i didn't call you up
wannabee

i shudder when i think of all the heartache you embrace
i used to know your crowd,your position and your place
you know i had to laugh when you said you lost your faith
you had nothing to lose