Pride - Richard Thompson

What would you do if I pricked your balloon?

Would you burst into tears and run to your room?

Or say it’s just once in a very blue moon

Would you be aware you were leaking air?

Would you know some bitch of a witch somewhere?

Who’s sticking pins in you, pins in you?

Pride won’t let you walk away

Without blood on your fists

Pride won’t let you walk away

'Til you’ve ticked off your list

Come on baby, strut your stuff

Puff out your chest 'cause you’re tough enough

'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home

When you’re great like you it’s hard to be humble

You never think twice, you never stumble

The seeds of doubt, they never rumble

Vanity!

Vanity!

All is vanity!

Do you feel something for the rest of humanity?

We can’t live up to you, up to you, up to you

Pride won’t let you walk away

Without blood on your fists

Pride won’t let you walk away

'Til you’ve ticked off your list

You look so majestic standing there

With the playful breeze blowing in your hair

'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home

Show 'em what’s wrong, show 'em how to do it

They fluffed it, they muffed it, they scuffed it, they blew it

The spanner’s in the works and you know who threw it

A coupon short of a toaster there

Will you use your wit or your famous stare

To write the symphony, infamy, infamy?

Pride won’t let you walk away

Without blood on your fists

Pride won’t let you walk away

'Til you’ve ticked off your list

Come on baby, strut your stuff

Puff out your chest 'cause you’re tough enough

'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home