Lyrics

I'm sorry I don't hate the world I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed I'm sorry, that I don't 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 'Cause 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 wouldn't 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, 'cause 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'don't want to own a gun 'Cause if my number's up that's all right, 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, until 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 'Cause all you ever do is, sing the same old song And no one want's the hear Preaching from a chair