Song You Don't Have To Listen To
There's always some mouth telling you what to do
Here is a song that you don't have to listen to
Because life is in motion, full of white noise
There's greed and there's avarice
Pretty girls, party boys
Yeah you have a choice
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Sometimes it's so hard to lift up your head
Keep your thoughts from the gutter
Look to the road instead
As soon as you rebuild your faith in humanity
You open the page of another Greek tragedy
Oh woe is me
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Over indulgence makes everything dull
We keep up the pretense, fill in the holes
With shiny new baubles
Then puffed up like peacocks
We take to the stage
And parade ourselves
Then we rate ourselves
Oh give me a break!
This human condition makes fools of us all
We're monkeys with jawbones, agendas and no control
We don't have to agree, it seems seldom do
So here is a song that you don't have to listen to
It's all up to you
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Here is a song that you don't have to listen to
Because life is in motion, full of white noise
There's greed and there's avarice
Pretty girls, party boys
Yeah you have a choice
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Sometimes it's so hard to lift up your head
Keep your thoughts from the gutter
Look to the road instead
As soon as you rebuild your faith in humanity
You open the page of another Greek tragedy
Oh woe is me
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Over indulgence makes everything dull
We keep up the pretense, fill in the holes
With shiny new baubles
Then puffed up like peacocks
We take to the stage
And parade ourselves
Then we rate ourselves
Oh give me a break!
This human condition makes fools of us all
We're monkeys with jawbones, agendas and no control
We don't have to agree, it seems seldom do
So here is a song that you don't have to listen to
It's all up to you
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Gotlieb
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