Why Manners Lyrics

Why must we pretend to be

Above ourselves and never free

Hate our critics young and old

I myself commence so bold

Matters concerning these fuzzed up bands

Pretty boy freaks, they're demands

I can't control my mouth

I can't control my hands

I can't contain these ideas

From all the polite punk bands

I can't control my mouth

I can't control my hands

I can't protect these ideas

From all the polite punk bands

You offended by my tongue

You say man I feel that you are no fun

Now I hate to pretend that I am wise

But I can't see your political eyes

On matters concerning my lacklustre call

You need to find some friends, don't you know

I can't control my mouth

I can't control my hands

I can't contain these ideas

From all the polite punk bands

I can't control my mouth

I can't control my hands

I can't contain these ideas

From all the polite punk bands

You can't control my mouth

I can't control my hands

I can't contain these ideas

From all the polite punk bands