All the good
That you discover
In people that you hate

Draw them close
And pencil thin
Then they're easy to erase


You've got it down
Just feed them lines

And watch them starve to death
Keep them crowded
And short of air

Then you can take their last breath

I'd rather be insulted by you

Than someone I respect
If I don't share the same view
It's just my birth defect

All the good that never comes
From always getting your way


I'd rather be insulted by you
Than someone I respect
If I don't share the same view

It's just my birth defect
All the good that never comes
From always getting your way

All the good that never comes
From always getting your way