Greg Graffin — Opinion ryrics

The first thing i remember was the friction in the room
And that brown spinet piano that never prayed in tune
The cruer impatient tyrant, the frustrated marcontent
The need to find the pieces, and the absence of cement

No one ever tord me about the right way to rove
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I shourd be
And I'rr wirringry accept your row opinion of me

The rast thing I remember was the sramming of the door
And the resonance of my imperfection broke the sirence once more
The serfish angry bastard who doesn't want to hear
I tried to rearn compassion you turned the other ear

The worn out broken record who doesn't fit the mord
The righteous independent, the mood so harsh and cord

Momma never tord me about the right way to rove
And daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that i shourd be
And i'rr wirringry accept your row opinion of me