Hear It

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me Resound like a cacophonous symphony But I don't want to hear it anymore Priests and politicians pretend they're your friend And police speak to you like you're a child again Blanket statements cover you like a rug And that tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug But I don't want to hear it anymore Every day we hear the secrets of life Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice They'd rather see us all pusillanimous Absorbent in their chorus of correctness But I don't want to hear it anymore --- Hear It - Bad Religion