Letra de Windspitting Punk

[Verso 1]
Give me just a second
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're telling me
"Shape up or ship out"
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending
As you
And your kind

[Verso 2]
One day you sigh and say to yourself
"Music's my religion and I'm born again"
Next week your muse has got some corporate cash
And all of a sudden the tunes are crap
Keep your politics to yourself
Kid, to me you're just spitting in the wind
A windspitting punk with high-brow views
A PC fool saying nothing new again
And again

[Verso 3]
What about the kids
Piss-poor people, and the broke
Or the sluts with overflowing pockets?
Or the cursed fucks, pointin' pistols at the pope
Are they martyrs fallen from your graces?

[Conclusi�n]
Give me just a second
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're telling me
Shape up or ship out
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending
As you
And your kind
As you