give me just a second to grasp your two bit theories that s more than enough time i need to see through their innate queries you re telling me shape up or ship out but i d never shape myself to something so offending as you and your kind one day you sigh and say to yourself music s my religion and i m born again next week your muse has got some corporate cash and all of a sudden the tunes are crap keep your politics to yourself kid to me you re just spitting in the wind a windspitting punk with high brow views a pc fool saying nothing new again and again what about the kids piss poor people and the broke or the sluts with overflowing pockets or the cursed fucks pointin pistols at the pope are they martyrs fallen from your graces give me just a second to grasp your two bit theories that s more than enough time i need to see through their innate queries you re telling me shape up or ship out but i d never shape myself to something so offending as you and your kind as you