(Weasel)
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