Black Happy - Bullmonkey Lyrics
Too much talk has been going on latelyand when I get done there's some peoplegonna' hate meI can only smile while I'm watching you shoutthere's too many people moving in theframe they don't know aboutI keep hearding about this lineYou keep saying that all is fineI read about and watch you everydayNothing wrong with that 'cause that's okayI watch you holler to make some changeI watch you promise to rearrangeYou're marching hard to prove your pointYour token affection is new in this jointTime and time and time againWe keep finding out you're your own best friendIf we criticize anything you sayYou tell us we're wrong and get out of the wayYou think we're livin' in '84When you don't know it's sad and what's moreBig Brother's coming not blind or deafDidn't you know he's coming from the leftWe gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this topWe need to talk in another wayWe need to watch what we sayWe gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our batsEverything you're walking is unclean junkWe don't play that game punkI'm sick of hearing you speak your mindIt's the same old chatterbox every timeEvery time we offer something newYou shoot it down and say we haven't go a clueI'm sick of hearing you speak your mindIt's the same old chatterbox every timeEvery time we offer something newYou shoot it down and say we haven't go a clueIt hear you say our minds are shutWhat's your definition of trustAnother person another bed on another dayYour lame excuse is that we make you this wayI know there's a place,I know there's a raceI washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurtI couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shookI asked for so much moreEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mineYou just divorced your 86th wifeand you wanna' talk about real lifeYou're telling us about your grand world planWhich part of I don't care don't you understandYou say we're wrong and that dependsWhat do you see from behind that lensYou say we're a world with all one voiceBut you're never gonna' let memake my own choiceEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mineNone of your ideas ever stick,I must admit that's a real nice trickYour voice must hurt, you should give it a restAdd to the fact you're a creep at bestI'm sick of watching you eat your ownThe fact remains that you've never grownWe're wearing body bags not body glovesand none of this would happen if we talk about loveI hope that this will end, I pray I find my friendsI know that I have one, ending time has just begunI still pray every night, but that doesn't make it rightThis happened once before,it's always ripped and tornEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mine
