One, two, three, go! Nearly every day I view the same face On broken picture screen It suits the attitude If you'd view yourself You place you on a shelf Your verbal self-debate Promising to nauseate Today I'll take the role of non-parent Not make a thousand rules for you to know about yourself Not lie and make you think what's evil Is making love and making friends and finding God your own way Your own way! To view! To bruise! Cannot be taught! In turn, you turn us TRULY HOSTILE! We stand alone! The truth of right and wrong The limits of the law You tend to miss the point Arresting for a toke? You always wonder why Thousands of people die You're writing citations, man My mom got robbed, they ran! Now I'll play the public servant To serve and defend by the law and the state I'd catch the punks that rape, steal and murder And leave you be if you crossed me I'd shake your hand as a man NOT SOME GOD! To view! To bruise! Cannot be taught! In turn, you turn us TRULY HOSTILE! We stand alone! GO! Friend! Come greet your maker, boy Some things you can't embrace Because of heaven, hell A silly wives tale They plant it in your head Then place you in your bed He's watching, say your chants 'Cause God is everywhere Now I'll play a man learning clergy Who's about to take the final test in life I'd question things because I am mortal And call no one my father Who's not nearer than a stranger I WILL NOT HEED! To view! To bruise! Cannot be bought! In turn, you turn us TRULY! TRULY! TRULY! TRULY HOSTILE! TRULY HOSTILE! HOSTIIIIIIIIIIIILE!
