Unique - G.B.H.

You’re not unique

You’re just another runner

In the big time

The sour grapes of summer

And you couldn’t be

Anymore dumber

You’re not unique

You’re obsolete

You won’t last a week

So crawl back under

Crawl, crawl, crawl back under your stone

You’re not unique

Just a parasite

With a big mouth

And no taste for a fight

Your eyes are closed

You cannot see the light

You’re not unique

You’re just about finished

For the second time

Another change of image

You’re a has been

You’re star has diminished