Hey mister straightedge; Don't preach to me,
I respect your sensibility,
But don't tell me booze is bad, Taking drugs and smoking fags,
These are the things that make me smile my body's mine to rape and defile.
I don't think we could live that way,
Hey mister preacher don't preach to me; You get paid for serving tea,
Your one step answers far too easy; Its the size of the questions that make me queasy,
How do you know where we go, A thousand questions you don't know.
I don't think we could live that way,
I don't think we could live that way,
I don't think we could live that way,
I don't think we could live that fucking way,
I like my voice in moderation; Helps relieve some of the tension,
My life is full of corners and questions I cant take,
I like my voice in moeration; Helps to easy some of the tention,
I believe that smoking kills but so do guns and sleeping pills!
