Too much talk has been going on lately

and when I get done there's some people

gonna' hate me

I can only smile while I'm watching you shout

there's too many people moving in the

frame they don't know about



I keep hearding about this line

You keep saying that all is fine

I read about and watch you everyday

Nothing wrong with that 'cause that's okay

I watch you holler to make some change

I watch you promise to rearrange

You're marching hard to prove your point

Your token affection is new in this joint

Time and time and time again

We keep finding out you're your own best friend

If we criticize anything you say

You tell us we're wrong and get out of the way



You think we're livin' in '84

When you don't know it's sad and what's more

Big Brother's coming not blind or deaf

Didn't you know he's coming from the left



We gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this top

We need to talk in another way

We need to watch what we say

We gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our bats

Everything you're walking is unclean junk

We don't play that game punk



I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind

It's the same old chatterbox every time

Every time we offer something new

You shoot it down and say we haven't go a clue



I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind

It's the same old chatterbox every time

Every time we offer something new

You shoot it down and say we haven't go a clue

It hear you say our minds are shut

What's your definition of trust

Another person another bed on another day

Your lame excuse is that we make you this way



I know there's a place,

I know there's a race

I washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurt

I couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shook

I asked for so much more

Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine



You just divorced your 86th wife

and you wanna' talk about real life

You're telling us about your grand world plan

Which part of I don't care don't you understand

You say we're wrong and that depends

What do you see from behind that lens

You say we're a world with all one voice

But you're never gonna' let me

make my own choice

Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine



None of your ideas ever stick,

I must admit that's a real nice trick

Your voice must hurt, you should give it a rest

Add to the fact you're a creep at best

I'm sick of watching you eat your own

The fact remains that you've never grown

We're wearing body bags not body gloves

and none of this would happen if we talk about love



I hope that this will end, I pray I find my friends

I know that I have one, ending time has just begun

I still pray every night, but that doesn't make it right

This happened once before,

it's always ripped and torn

Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine