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 dont wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend theyre your friend
And police speak to you like youre a child again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And thet tell me maybe Im acting a little too smug
But I dont wanna hear it anymore
Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice
Theyd rather see us all pusillanimous
Absorbent in their chorus of correctness
But I dont wanna hear it anymore
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