Always Going Under

The untalented They mock me Oh how silly can you be? In the world of ambition There's a unique odd condition The untalented they wander Fumble bumble with no vision Lost in rhythm out of rhyme Out of tune out of time In the race of excellence They're covered in grime Oh oh Oh the untalented Living an ever-constant blunder In a world of praise They're always going under Always going under Always going under A Picasso's nightmare A Mozart's hidden fear Their every attempt A symphony of wrongful cheer Dancers with two left feet Chefs who can't stand the heat With no talent in their beat They sit in failure's seat No skill to boast Nor laurels to own In the play of life They're the jester on the throne Oh the untalented Living an ever-constant blunder In a world of praise They're always going under They're always going under