I’d be truthfully lying to be happily cryingBecause I’m positively unsureAbout the rights of limited freedomI’ve seen so much passive resistance to a constant changeIt’s called mutual individualismMutual individualismThe sincere hypocrite gave me a sad smileHis cologne was so damn sinfully sweetI’d say it was almost bitterHe was honestly deceptiveWhen he finally broke the silence that was ringing my ears »What you have here is awfully nice,Just give me a call in a few short years. »There’s too many morons of the oxy persuasionWith their speeches cooked to perfectionOn a platter of verbal eloquenceThey’ve burnt the meat, and they’ve spilled the batterThey keep skipping a beat and the heart of the matterYou know who you are and you’re offendedYou know what you are ’cause you’re offendedI’ll sell you a futureIt’s so damn sure I can taste itJust sign the line at the bottom, it’s marked « forever »There’s a lot of people talkingBut no one’s really speaking upThere’s too many star-trekkersThat are boldly going to the same old stars…