I don't mean to [bad word] you off with things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth [bad word] out anyway
When I speak my mind, that's when we connect
But that's not politically correct

Your head's so filled with thought, you can't use your imagination
Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation
And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration
We're so impressing while we're regressing

There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance
So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference
I just don't have time to think up every social consequence
I'll just keep on talking you keep applauding

I don't mean to [bad word] you off with things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth [bad word] out anyway
If you spoke your mind you might feel more connected
But, until you get politically corrected

You lean a little to the left or the right but
You can only see what's on your side.
Look a little like a deer in the headlights
little blind a little hypnotized.
So you conform with the best of intention
 [bad word] from inside.
After all that's what this country was founded on
Do nothing different just fall in line.

What happened to make us so afraid
You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today
I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday