The studied inclination you call personality
Is glued to your brain – it made you insane
Well – the distance between flexibility and pretence
Is much longer than your guarding excuse from this, so
You're stuck in your part You're stuck in your part
You can't break loose You can't break loose
Now, play your part, man!
You're proud of your part You're sitting in a social
Ladder with the Christians, the Satanists and Barbarians,
The Well-bred, the Non-skilled and the Experts
Gloating on your holy valuation of style – in a big blank file
chorus: Do I fail to flatter?
Is the manner the matter?
You wanna play a game with rules laid down by you
You wanna play – remember your assessed victim has got his rules too
You couldn't help that your mon....
You couldn't help that your dad.... Is your conversion of
Discipleship into antagonism childhood symptoms or
The maladjusted's way of flight?? -you poor little social thing!
Why making intellect the key word of self-assertion?
Afraid of having none? Afraid that they're afraid you're having none?
Too much knowledge is being usurped only to be devoted cinically in
The purpose of outdoing
You wanna play a game with rules laid down by you
You wanna play – remember your assessed victim has got his rules too
You're worth a laugh, babe.... If only we could share it
Ha ha.... HA!
Your very being depends on others' theory of your intellectual standard
But hey – is that really the best you ever can do in the part of life
That belongs to you?
You're stuck in your part You're stuck in your part
You can't break loose You can't break loose
You wanna climb up to the top of the mountain – but you only use
Your feet – you forget your head.... And one fine day when you wear
Out your feet you're gonna slide all the way back on your ass!
So sad how such things go....quite predictable, o
