LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ticka

Don’t Really Want to be PC

These days I’m so downhearted
These days I so confused
Used to be uncomplicated
Those days had simple rules

Now everyone is wonderful
Everyone’s the same
The mad, the bad, the ugly
Can’t levy any blame

They said to me
You have to be
We all are free
(pause)
Be what you want
Think what you want
Say what you want
(pause)
 
It’s our uniform
We all conform
Don’t cause a storm

Don’t really want to be PC (can I say that?)

The world has just gone crazy
Denying this makes me sane
I can get away with murder
If my childhood is to blame

Learn from the past
It goes too fast
The past don’t last
(pause)
The rules today
Are here to stay
No God but you can pray
(pause)

So speak like us
Don’t make a fuss
Superfulous

Don’t really want to be PC (if that’s ok with you)