Windspitting Punk

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Give me just a second To grasp your two-bit theories That's more than enough time I need To see through their innate queries You're tellin' me Shape up or ship out But I'd never shape myself To something so offending as you Your kind [Verse 2] One day you sigh and say to yourself "Music's my religion and I'm born again" Next week your muse has got some corporate cash And all of a sudden the tunes are crap Keep your politics to yourself, kid To me you're just spitting in the wind A windspitting punk with high-brow views A PC fool sayin' nothing new again And again [Bridge] What about the kids, the piss-poor people and the broke Or the sluts with overflowing pockets? Or the cursed fucks pointin' pistols at the pope? Are they martyrs fallen from your graces? [Verse 1] Give me just a second To grasp your two-bit theories That's more than enough time I need To see through their innate queries You're tellin' me Shape up or ship out But I'd never shape myself To something so offending as you And your kind [Outro] As you