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Why are we so dismembered? Blinded horses struttin' like we're free Following this Judas goat Little art mixed in with all this industry I'm sick of this strait jacket demographics thing "Rock you love, less this and that" Don't fuckin' condescend with me "Too many boomers, let's mellow down" Hawk medication 'tween sedated sounds Polish off the rough edge Jiggle up the sex appeal My holy round soul in your square package Carved and parceled for your three martini meal Never While you're busy buying up the air Why don't you throw me down your stairs? Your cellarfull of flannel; home to me I'll sleep in dark integrity Was not born because you said so It's not dead because you say so While you seek the least offensive mediocrity I ask "Have you no humility?" Just look me in the teeth and lie That once you ever gave a shit Bottom line not the only sign That kept your smile a part of it Letras de canciones(Guitar solo) And all your money can't fake it Your listener polls can't prove it Your market shares can't own it Your lack of faith can't kill it While you're busy buying up the air Why don't you throw me down your stairs? Your cellarfull of flannel; home to me I'll sleep in dark integrity Was not born because you said so It's not dead because you say so From Letras Mania