I've seen your mouth moving, heard others here say,   Those words are a piece of a part that you played   That sounds like your father, a teacher, the church   Didn't spring from the heart, but research      The only way I learn is put the fist in and get burned   Go get burned      Old wives, mystics, hearsay   Wise men, rich men, shamen and sage   When you're meek on the Earth, when you die you will pay   For accepting that lot, in the cheapest of graves   The sexes divided, men mustn't be weak   Sensitivity is a vice of which we shan't speak   And women are a plaything that are just made for men   To treat how the boss he respects treats him   And I am going to grow up like daddy wanted me to be   To impress all those, who so impressed me   And young boys melt into men   And we'll start the process again      Add a touch of mystique where the writing gets weak    Break up coherence with a cut-cut-cut up technique   When you've got nothing to say   Shut up   Or show that you're willing to play   With words that simply aren't out of touch   With the genuine feelings which lead to their birth   Most things are better not written or heard   When you open your mouth, out drops a turd      The only way I learn is put the fist in and get burned.