He Knows Nothing
Don't preach to me, not now, not ever,
It turns out you don't know what is right.
And if you keep spreading these false little truths,
We'll resolve it, out the back, with a fight.
You see, your morals are misguided, misguided opinions,
Opinions on the net that you've read.
And now that you're desperately needing to be liked,
You're believing all those words you were fed.
What you can't see is you spectate,
You sit on the side, not living a life of your own.
Not creating or achieving or building a life,
You're a virtual seed that's been sown.
So, don't preach to me, from your lack of experience,
Stop decieving, be real like normal folk.
The yanks, they didn't call out the propaganda,
Now their whole country just looks like a joke.
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