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| Mitch Allan |
| I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway When I speak my mind, that's when we connect But that's not politically correct Our heads are so filled with thought, We can't use our imagination Like a sky so filled with stars You can't find a constellation And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration We're so impressing while we're regressing There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance So why does everybody think my words can make a difference? I just don't have time to think up every social consequence I'll just talking you keep applauding I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway If you spoke your mind you might feel more connected Until you get politically corrected You lean a little to left or the right but, You can only see who's on your side Look a little like a deer in the headlights, A little blind a little hypnotized So you conform with the best of intention, Change comes from inside. After all that's what this country was founded on Do nothing different just fall in line. What happened to make us so afraid You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday. |
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