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