Psycho Babble - Why Manners Lyrics

Why must we pretend to be
Above ourselves and never free
Hate our critics young and old
I myself commence so bold

Matters concerning these fuzzed up bands
Pretty boy freaks, they're demands

I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands

I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't protect these ideas
From all the polite punk bands

You offended by my tongue
You say man I feel that you are no fun
Now I hate to pretend that I am wise
But I can't see your political eyes

On matters concerning my lacklustre call
You need to find some friends, don't you know

I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands

I can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands

You can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't contain these ideas
From all the polite punk bands