Nobody knows everything
We know this to be [bad word] 
Everything is difficult except what’s in front of you
But [bad word] even under your nose
 [bad word] math equations
Your highs and your lows

And your manic depression
 [bad word] and it goes
Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
And you’re in fight or flight mode

How’s the world so small when the world is so large?
And what made the world
Could I please speak to who’s in charge?
Everything is real
But it’s also just as fake
From your daughter’s birthday party
To your grandmother’s wake

And your bipolar illness
 [bad word] and it goes
Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
And you’re in fight or flight mode

I’ve tried to know which words to sing so many times
I tried to know which chord to play
And I tried to make it rhyme
I tried to find the key that all good songs are in
And I tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din
But there’s a bad man in everyone
No matter who we are
There’s a rapist and a [bad word] living in our tiny hearts
Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
There’s someone in your head waiting to [bad word] strangle you

So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
People love you more
Oh nevermind
In [bad word] fact Mrs. Robinson
The world won’t care whether you live or die
In [bad word] fact Mrs. Robinson
They probably hate to see your stupid face
So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
You live in an unforgiving place