Preaching from a Chair (Acoustic at Tackle Out Studio Hove, 2019)

I'm sorry I don't hate the world

I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed

I'm sorry that I don't do drugs

I hope you'll understand

I can't talk about my life in hell

Or a suicide attempt that didn't go well

No life of crime, no misery

What you see is what you get

And I don't believe in dwelling on the darker side

There's enough bad news on the television every night

So I don't need some little punk who's the latest star

Telling me over and over again

Life's such a drag when you're in a band

What is it coming to

When everyone's talking through their heads?

And we've heard it all before

What happened to honesty?

The way that it looks to me

Is everybody's in it trying to get somewhere

And trying to justify it

Preaching from a chair

Please forgive me if the clothes ain't right

I wouldn't want you hanging with an uncool guy

No flannel shirt and no tattoos

Maybe I should grow a beard

Don't you tell me what I ought to think

Which cigarettes to smoke and what I ought to drink

Don't judge me by the way I look

'Cause the clothes don't make the man

I'm not about to be a slave to a book of rules

Don't want to spend my life trying to be somebody else

And I'd be wrong to believe in every word that I ever read

You can't fool all the people all of the time

One man's opinion's another man's lie

Makers of taste will be patronizing you and me forever

And it's always been the same

You'll enter the twilight zone

If you don't keep your mind your own

I should have let it get to me but I don't care

I can't stomach bullshit when it's preaching from a chair

Don't lecture me until you know what the truth is

Take a good look inside before you criticize everyone else

Your jealousy ain't enough of a reason

To justify telling me where I went wrong

So don't try to do it