Bullmonkey lyrics

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