Growling as I stare at smiles from the other side of the street
is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?
I couldn't afford the baseball boots that's not the game I play
and if you'd rather hang about I won't get in your way
if the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear
I'll show you a better way to spend your time over a beer
or a coffee - come on mutant-head! let's drop the social games
call it a bluff call it enough quit calling each other names
there's hardly any difference in the nature of the threat
some like to be remembered by the reaction they can get
others need security in a certain social set
both are too aware of what they yet still have to get
is no one ever satisfied with being what they are?
if you show me all your barbed wire I'll only show you scars
but tell me where you got it from and what it costs in friends
and I'll start to get a picture of a person not a trend
ignorance and affinity to outside influence
rejects the inner feeling at anyone's expense
what provoked attack was the nature of defense
the weak are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence
so while you're staring at me I'll be grinning back at you
at various intensities we'll both
know it's true
that what each other represents is an image we've been fed
If I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head
so let's discuss these attitudes and find some common ground
just doing that is ground enough to exorcise the sound of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance
once beyond the posing we can find the relevance
