The Anthem Songtext
von Eminem

There′s just things, we can't relate,
Imma sinner, your a saint.
You get smiles and all the fame,
While I sit in wrath and pain."

This romance is too damn cliché (aye aye)
This romance is too damn cliché
This romance is too damn cliché (aye aye)
The type that messes with my brain (ain ain)


I hope that you already know,
I want to be your perfect mold,
Pretty, proper, a smile that glows,
But I get sent this f*cking hellhole.
You′ve got a halo around yo head,
While I have a pitchfork in my hand,
Yeah you might be heaven-sent,
But you're a real freak in bed.

There's just things, we can′t relate,
Imma sinner, your a saint,
You get smiles and all the fame,
While I sit in wrath and pain
While I sit in wrath and pain

This romance is too damn cliché (aye aye)
This romance is too damn cliché
This romance is too damn cliché (aye aye)
The type that messes with my brain