Lyric Hear It

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don t wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend they re your friend
And police speak to you like you re children again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And they tell me mabey I m acting a little too smug
But I don t wanna hear it anymore
Every day We hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry and friendly advice
They d rather see us all pusillanimous
Absorbent in their chorus of correctness
But I don t wanna hear it anymore.