"Spartak" lyrics

I was leaving in the early hours of the morn'
When I saw you looking back at me
With those sunken eyes of scorn

You pursed up your lips, you rose up your chin
At your discomfort at my state
I couldn't help but grin
At the party you were talking academic matters
Don't you know that none of that shit really matters?
And none of that shit really matters

Don't climb onto that high horse 'cause the saddle doesn't fit ya
I'll only cast the first stone, if I'm sure that it will hit ya

Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me

Well, you can follow your fashions
You can follow your cliques
And I feel sorry for you
For feeling sorry for me

Well, you tut your lips at vagrants' tricks
But you know you do the same as them
So I'll raise a glass and I'll raise it fast
To know that when your faults are on your chest
That's when you'll know
Your real friends

Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me

Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me
Ah, you're no better than me