I'm not your friend
You don't have any friends
Only people who think like you do
And if you waver in the slightest
You know exactly what they'll do
Oh they talk about freedom
But you wouldn't stand a chance
If you don't follow the party line
And dance every step to their dance
Of Infirmative action
Of America's always wrong
And the only way the world will love us
Is for us not to be so strong
And you don't know what fake is
Or you wouldn't open your mouth like that
And spill out all your trauma drama
Without any relevant back up facts
You're just a hit and run
You're just a short quick flame
Who tries to rough puff up all big
But you are basically ... tame
You're a nice guy right
Because you don't have any other choice
It would take a certain kind of strength
For you to find your real voice
And you may or may not
More than likely probably not
Because there's just a whole lot of
Encouragement now-a-days
To remain a smart assed snot
Neils
7:04 pm
06/27/2003
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transcribed this time
11:10 am
04/13/2006
N....again
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