Take your hand, stretch it out, your fingers are mere bones
But I trust they'll suffice to hold your wayward tongue
Cos you're straining expounding over things you don't understand again
And again
I'm so tired of hearing you complain about the things we cannot change
We try so hard to believe in good but we can't find it anywhere
Oh your face reveals the ardor with which you feel we should approach
The laws that govern our society
"Well they don't govern me!" you decree
And I'm so tired of hearing you complain about the things we cannot change
We try so hard to believe in good but we can't find it anywhere
