Mr. Correct (Don't Tell Me What to Do)

歌詞

Lifestyle stormtroopers Want us all think alike But you're stompin' on liberty With all your idiot might Won't drink a Coors bullet But you love that Michelob Meanwhile Anheuser-Busch Is a-poisonin' your soul Hey Mr. Correct Don't tell me what to do No matter how many rules you got You're still gonna die a fool With missionary zeal You spit on the fur coats But you wearin' a leather jacket You eat cheese from a goat Yeah, you march and you write You vote and you scream All you doin', buddy Is scratchin' the big ugly machine Oh, Mr. Correct Don't tell me what to do No matter how many rules you got, son You're still gonna die a fool Let the P.C. without sin Cast the very first stone But if you live in a glass house You better leave me alone Unless you a hermit You're part of the problem, too, my friend You've been sucked into the corporate deathfist You own that Mercedes-Benz Oh, Mr. Correct Don't tell me what to do No matter how many rules you got, buddy You're still gonna die a fool Fool, fool, fool, you a fool Lyin' idiot Bandwagon puppet Well, you're dirt just like us But you think you're above it Nothin' but a prude Afraid of sex and nudity A vegetarian in Doc Martens Is the king of stupidity Mr. Correct Don't tell me what to do (do that part again) Oh, Mr. Correct Don't tell me what to do No matter how many rules you got You're still gonna die a fool No matter how many rules you got You're still gonna die a fool Hey, Mr. Correct Hey, Mr. Correct I'm talkin' to you Oh, Mr. Correct Hey, Ricki Lake Hey, Ricki Lake I bet you ride your bike to work every day And live in a solar-powered house probably Isn't that true, yeah, Ricki You lyin' liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar