Bullmonkey

Too much talk has been going on lately and when I get done there's some people gonna' hate me I can only smile while I'm watching you shout there's too many people moving in the frame they don't know about I keep hearding about this line You keep saying that all is fine I read about and watch you everyday Nothing wrong with that 'cause that's okay I watch you holler to make some change I watch you promise to rearrange You're marching hard to prove your point Your token affection is new in this joint Time and time and time again We keep finding out you're your own best friend If we criticize anything you say You tell us we're wrong and get out of the way You think we're livin' in '84 When you don't know it's sad and what's more Big Brother's coming not blind or deaf Didn't you know he's coming from the left We gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this top We need to talk in another way We need to watch what we say We gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our bats Everything you're walking is unclean junk We don't play that game punk I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind It's the same old chatterbox every time Every time we offer something new You shoot it down and say we haven't go a clue I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind It's the same old chatterbox every time Every time we offer something new You shoot it down and say we haven't go a clue It hear you say our minds are shut What's your definition of trust Another person another bed on another day Your lame excuse is that we make you this way I know there's a place, I know there's a race I washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurt I couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shook I asked for so much more Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine You just divorced your 86th wife and you want to' talk about real life You're telling us about your grand world plan Which part of I don't care don't you understand You say we're wrong and that depends What do you see from behind that lens You say we're a world with all one voice But you're never gonna' let me make my own choice Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine None of your ideas ever stick, I must admit that's a real nice trick Your voice must hurt, you should give it a rest Add to the fact you're a creep at best I'm sick of watching you eat your own The fact remains that you've never grown We're wearing body bags not body gloves and none of this would happen if we talk about love I hope that this will end, I pray I find my friends I know that I have one, ending time has just begun I still pray every night, but that doesn't make it right This happened once before, it's always ripped and torn Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine