All the good, that you discover   In people that you hate   Draw them close and pencil thin   Then they're easy to erase      You've got it down, just sing them lines   And watch them starve to death   Keep them crowded and short of air   Then you can take their last breath      I'd rather be insulted by you   Than someone I respect   If I don't share the same view   It's just my birth defect   All the good that never comes   From always getting your way      I'd rather be insulted by you   Than someone I respect   If I don't share the same view   It's just my birth defect   All the good that never comes   From always getting your way   All the good that never comes   From getting your way