Chomsky

You wanted me to get all straight
But man I sure don't want to pretend
I wanna play guitar... be a mess
I wanna have bad grammar... be well

When you got to Vienna to learn
All the things they said you must get
I found it pretty strange I must accept
Cos there isn't a rebel in that place

Now I'm growing up there's one thing I know
You can't learn it all that's for sure
But tell the Maharishi your thoughts

Lennon, Malcolm X, Wolff what did you know?
Did you have some problems like Freud?
Were you really happy like Burroughs?

Back then I got so high now I fall
Between the lines of all what I wrote
And when you talk about it I feel odd
But there's another way things must go

There's a world outside look out the door
I know that you're afraid just let it go
It's easier to judge what others love
But it is only you who knows the cause

Now I'm growing up there's one thing I know
You can't learn it all that's for sure
But tell the Maharishi your thoughts

Take the ride and go no reason to stop
They'll tell you that you're wrong and so young
But they're only afraid of what don't know... don't know

Now I'm growing up there's one thing I know
You can't learn it all that's for sure
But tell the Maharishi your thoughts

Take the ride and go no reason to stop
They'll tell you that you're wrong and so young
But they're only afraid of what don't know... don't know

But I know

But I know

But I know

But I know