I'm sorry I don't hate the world
 I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed
 I'm sorry that I don't do [bad word]  I hope you understand
 I can't talk about my life in [bad word]  Or a suicide attempt that didn't go well
 No life of crime, no misery, what you see is what you get
 And I don't believe in dwelling on the darker side
 There's enough bad news on the television every night
 So I don't need some little punk who's the latest star
 Telling me over and over again
 Life's such a drag when you're in a band
 What is [bad word] to when everyone's talking through their hat
 And we've heard it all before
 What happened to honesty ? The way that it looks at me
 Is everybody's in it trying to get somewhere
 And trying to justify it, preaching from a chair

 Please forgive me if the clothes ain't right
 I wouldn't want you hanging with an uncool guy
 No flannel shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard ?
 Don't you tell me what I oughta think
 Which cigarettes to smoke, and what I oughta drink
 Don't judge me by the way I look cos the clothes don't make the man

 I'm not about to be a slave to a book [bad word]  Don't wanna spend my life trying to be somebody else
 I'd be wrong to believe in every word that I ever read
 You can't fool all the people all of the time
 And one man's opinion's another man's lie

 The makers of taste will be patronising you and me forever
 And it's always been the same
 You'll enter the twilight zone if you don't keep your mind your own
 I shouldn't let it get to me but I don't care
 I can't stomach [bad word]  when it's preaching from a chair

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 I'm sorry that I like the sun
 I'm sorry to say I don't wanna own a gun
 Cos if my number's up that's alright, sometime we all got to go
 So many versions of the world outside
 Reality is getting hard to find
 So many people with an axe to grind
 It's hard to know who to believe
 Don't lecture me, until you know what the [bad word] is
 Take a good look inside you criticise everyone else
 Your jealousy ain't enough of a reason
 To justify telling me where I went wrong

 So don't try to do it
 Cos all you ever do is sing the same old song
 And no one wants to hear
 Preaching from a chair