Lyric Preachin From A Chair
I m sorry I don t hate the world.
I m afraid that I m not disturbed.
I m sorry, that I dont do drugs, I hope you understand.
I can t talk my life in hell, or a suicide attempt that did not go well,
no life of crime , no misery. What you see is what you get.
And i don t believe in dwelling on a darkest side,
coz there is enough bad new on the television every night.
So I don t need , need some little punk who s latest star,
telling me over and over again, life is such a drag
when you re in a band.
What is it coming to, when everyone s talking through their heads.
And we all heard it all before.
What happened to honesty? The way that it looks to me.
Is everybody s in in it trying to get somewehere.
Adn trying to justify it, PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
Please forgive me if the clothes s ain t right.
I wouldnt want you hanging with uncool guy.
No flanell shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard.
Don t ya tell me what I oghta think.
Which cigarettes to smoke and what I oughta drink.
Don t judge me by the way I look, coz the clothes don t make the man.
I m not about to be slave to a book of rules.
Don t want to spend my life trying to be somebody else.
I d be wrong to beleieve, in every word that I ever read.
You can t fool all the people all of the time.
One man s opinion, is another man 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 should t let it get to me, but I don t care.
I can t stomach bullshit, when it s PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
I m sorry that I like the sun.
I m sorry to say I dont want to own a gun.
Coz if my number s up that s allright, sometime we all got to go.
So many version 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, untill you know what truth is,
take a good look inside before you critise everyone else.
Your jealousy ain t enough to a reason to justify
to telling me where I went wrong.
So don t try to do it.
Cuz all you ever do is, sing the same old song.
And noone want s the hear,
PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
I m afraid that I m not disturbed.
I m sorry, that I dont do drugs, I hope you understand.
I can t talk my life in hell, or a suicide attempt that did not go well,
no life of crime , no misery. What you see is what you get.
And i don t believe in dwelling on a darkest side,
coz there is enough bad new on the television every night.
So I don t need , need some little punk who s latest star,
telling me over and over again, life is such a drag
when you re in a band.
What is it coming to, when everyone s talking through their heads.
And we all heard it all before.
What happened to honesty? The way that it looks to me.
Is everybody s in in it trying to get somewehere.
Adn trying to justify it, PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
Please forgive me if the clothes s ain t right.
I wouldnt want you hanging with uncool guy.
No flanell shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard.
Don t ya tell me what I oghta think.
Which cigarettes to smoke and what I oughta drink.
Don t judge me by the way I look, coz the clothes don t make the man.
I m not about to be slave to a book of rules.
Don t want to spend my life trying to be somebody else.
I d be wrong to beleieve, in every word that I ever read.
You can t fool all the people all of the time.
One man s opinion, is another man 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 should t let it get to me, but I don t care.
I can t stomach bullshit, when it s PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
I m sorry that I like the sun.
I m sorry to say I dont want to own a gun.
Coz if my number s up that s allright, sometime we all got to go.
So many version 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, untill you know what truth is,
take a good look inside before you critise everyone else.
Your jealousy ain t enough to a reason to justify
to telling me where I went wrong.
So don t try to do it.
Cuz all you ever do is, sing the same old song.
And noone want s the hear,
PREACHING FROM A CHAIR.
