It Seems To Me You Shut Out

Anything That Might Confuse

The Warped And Twisted Visions

Of The Narrow Little Paths You Choose

We're All Potential Converts In Your Eyes

I Think Instead You Need To Take One Step Beyond

Cause Right Now You're Just Standing On My Head

I Swore A Million Times I'd Never Play This Game With You

So Don't Act All Offended When I Tell You What I Think Of You

You Mouth The Party Line You Learned From All Your Newfound Friends

You Tell Me That You're Feet Are On The Ground But Now You're Standing On My Head

Another Gang Of Whitebred Privelaged Kids Is All I See

I Wonder If You Really Think That All Your Rules Spell Anarchy

React And Call It Revolution You're Stuck In The First Step

So Don't Pretend To Be My Friend

When All You're Doing Is Standing On My Head