chosen people

they're the chosen people
they know how to play the game
you can tell by the capital letters
that follow their names
I'd like to get to know them
but they just can't seem to see
there's a human being inside of me

they're the chosen people
they work on up the street
the nicest people 
you'd ever want to meet
until you consider
that they'll never let you in
there's a human being inside my skin

they're the chosen people
I am lower than dirt
everything's about their feelings
God forbid they get one hurt
soon they'll forget
that I ever was alive
just how stupid can I be
thinking that friendship might include me
there's a human being I can't see