Too much talk has been going on lately   and when I get done there's some people gonna' hate me now   I can only smile while I'm watching you shout   cause too many people moving in the   frame they don't know about      I keep hearing about this line   You keep saying that all is fine   I read about and watch you everyday   but that doesn't mean I gotta act that way   I watch you shout to make some change   I watch you promise to rearrange   You're marching hard to prove your point   You token affected is new in this joint   Time and time and time again   We're finding out whos your best friend   If we criticize anything you say   You tell us we're wrong and get out of the way      You think we're livin' in '84   When you don't know it's sad and what's more   Big Brother's coming not blind or deaf   Didn't you know he's coming from the left      We gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this stop   We need to walk in another way   We need to watch what we say   We gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our bats   Everything you're walking is unclean junk   We don't play that game punk      I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind   It's the same old chatterbox every time   Every time we offer something new   You shoot it down and say we haven't got a clue      It hear you say our minds are shut   What's your definition of trust?   Another person another bed on another day?   Your lame excuse is that we make you this way      I know that there's a place,   I know that there's a race   I washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurt   I couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shook   I needed so much more      and then my voice wasn't thought all sore   Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine      You just divorced your 86th wife   and you wanna' talk about real life   You're telling us about your grand world plan   Which part of I don't care don't you understand   You say we're wrong and that depends   What do you see from behind that lens   You say we're a world with all one voice   But you're never gonna' let me   make my own choice      Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine   If we all don't all hang together then were just gonna' hang away   10..9..8..7..6..5....4321      None of your ideas ever stick,   I must admit that's a real nice trick   Your voice must hurt, you should give it a rest   Add to the fact you're a creep at best   I'm sick of watching you eat your own   The fact remains that you've never grown   We're wearing body bags not body gloves   and none of this would ever happen if we talked about love      I hope that this will end, I pray I find my friends   I know that I have one, ending time has just begun   I still pray every night, but that doesn't make it right   This happened long before,   it's always ripped and torn   Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine.