[Intro] [Loose spoken vocal] [Off-kilter phrasing] Everybody’s got an answer. Funny. I don’t remember asking the question. [Verse 1] [Half-spoken, restrained] They said wear this Say that Stand here Smile back Keep it clean Keep it safe Keep your weird little thoughts In their proper little place Everybody knows what’s good Everybody knows what’s cool Everybody learned the same damn thing From everybody else at school So I tried it For a minute Didn’t fit. Never did. [Pre-Chorus] [Rhythm begins tightening] Left foot Wrong beat Still moving Wrong words My voice Still using it You can call it strange You can call it noise But if everybody sounds the same What’s the point of having a voice? [Chorus] [Groove fully locks in] [Layered backing vocals] Popular opinion Popular opinion Everybody loves it Till somebody doesn’t Popular opinion Tell me what I’m missing If everybody agrees I get a little suspicious You can keep your Popular opinion I’ll keep mine You follow the line I’ll colour outside it Every damn time [Post-Chorus] [Playful vocal chops] Popular Popular Oh, that’s popular? Cool. Noted. [Verse 2] [Confident rhythmic delivery] They said don’t wear that So I wore it twice Said don’t say that So I said it nice Said this won’t work That’s usually when Something in my head goes “Do it again.” Maybe I’m difficult Maybe you’re bored Maybe being normal Deserves an award Congratulations Here’s your prize Another little box With the approved size [Pre-Chorus] Same shoes Same street Same direction Same face Same pose Same reflection You can call me strange You can call me wrong But I’ve never heard a revolution Start with everyone singing the same song [Chorus] Popular opinion Popular opinion Everybody loves it Till somebody doesn’t Popular opinion Tell me what I’m missing If everybody agrees I get a little suspicious You can keep your Popular opinion I’ll keep mine You follow the line I’ll colour outside it Every damn time [Instrumental Break] [Syncopated drums] [Analog synth pulse] [Chopped vocal fragments] Popular… Opinion… Popular… According to who? [Bridge] [Beat becomes deliberately unstable again] Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe neither one of us Needs a fucking scoreboard. Maybe taste is taste. Maybe weird is good. Maybe people would be happier If they stopped asking “Should I?” And started asking “Do I want to?” [Pause] There. That’s my popular opinion. [Beat locks hard] [Final Chorus] [Full groove, bigger backing vocals] Popular opinion Popular opinion Everybody loves it Till somebody doesn’t Popular opinion I finally stopped listening If everybody agrees I get a little suspicious You can keep your Popular opinion I’ll keep mine You follow the line I’ll colour outside it Every damn time Popular opinion Popular opinion Say what you like I won’t take it personal You don’t have to get me I don’t have to fit Turns out being different Feels pretty fucking good Once you stop apologising for it [Outro] [Dry percussion and bass] Everybody’s got an opinion. Keep yours. I’ll keep mine. [Pause] Apparently… That’s unpopular.
