Texty: SR-71. Now You See Inside. Politically Correct.

Well I don't mean to piss you off
With things I might say
So when I try to shut my mouth
It come out anyway

So when I speak my mind
That's when we connect
Yeah but that's not
Politically correct

Your heads so filled with thought
You can't use your imagination
Like a sky so filled with stars
You can't find a constellation

Is everyone's so sensitive
With to any bad vibration?
You're so impressing
While we're regressing

'Cause I don't mean to piss you off
Things I might say
And when I try to shut my mouth
They come out anyway

There's nothing I believe in more
Then my own insignificance
So why does everybody think
My words can make a difference

I just don't have time to think up
Every social consequence
Just keep on talking
And you keep applauding

Well, I don't mean to piss you off
Things I might say
And when I try to shut my mouth
It come out anyway

And when you spoke your mind
You might be more connected
Until you say
Politically corrected

You lean a little to the left or the right but
You can only see who's on your side
Look a little like a deer in the headlights
A little blind and hypnotized

So you conform with the best of intention
Change comes from inside
And after all that's what this country was founded on
Do nothing different just fall in line

Tell me what happened to make us so afraid
You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today
I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday

I don't mean to piss you off
Things I might say
And when I try to shut my mouth
It come out anyway

I don't mean to piss you off
Things I might say
And when I try to shut my mouth
It come out anyway