I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say,
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway.
When I speak my mind, that's when we connect,
But that's not politically correct.
Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination,
Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation.
And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration…
We're so impressing while we're regressing.
I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say,
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway.
There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance.
So, why does everybody think my words can make a difference?
I just don't have time to think up every social consequence:
I'll just keep on talking and you keep applauding.
I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say,
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway.
If you spoke your mind you might feel more connected,
Until you get politically corrected.
You lean a little to the left or the right, but
You can only see what's on your side.
Look a little like a deer in the headlights:
A little blind and hypnotized.
So, you conform with the best of intention.
Change comes from inside.
After all that's what this country was founded on:
Do nothing different just fall in line.
What happened to make us so afraid?
You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today.
I saw «Blazing Saddles» yesterday.
I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say,
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway.
I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say,
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway.