There’s a cruel kind of laughter
That wounds but only one;
And leaves the rest enjoying
The damage that’s been done
But cruelty is a cannibal
That shrinks from no repast;
And this devouring animal
Will eat itself
At last
There’s a cruel kind of laughter
That wounds but only one;
And leaves the rest enjoying
The damage that’s been done
But cruelty is a cannibal
That shrinks from no repast;
And this devouring animal
Will eat itself
At last
No one had to teach me how to be mean
I was pretty much born knowing
But someone — actually many-ones —
Had to teach me how to be nice