I love a man that isn't too proud to admit when he's wrong
A benefactor of good doctrines, to each his own
And I won't deny that I can be guilty in the first degree
Of putting another one's needs behind those of me
It's a simple sword to wield
But it can get a little gray and thorny in terms of yield
It's just a part of the deal
Of that turning wheel
Imagine all the people, if everyone could get their way
You'd think, 'man, if we could be in the position we are today,'
You may say that I'm a dreamer, a dreamer I may be
I just don't want anybody telling me how that it's got to be
It's a natural need to feel
But it can get a little painful when you think that it's starting to heal
It's just a part of the deal, that grinding wheel
Oh, let me be
Why can't you see that if everyone gets an opinion, then we'll never agree
Oh, somebody call a doctor
Hell, somebody call a priest
Oh, one more of these and I'm back to the bourgeoisie
And whether that may be the case
I will never ever acquiesce disgrace
One day we'll all have to face
The curse of the human race
Oh, I know that I can be deceiving and I know that I can make you wait
But I never took you anywhere you didn't want to be and I never make you wait too late
It's a serious situation to be channeling you through me
So, I speak my mind more than most of the time
Two cents ain't such a bad fee
Let me be
Why can't you see?
If everybody gets an opinion, then we'll never agree
Oh, somebody call a doctor
Hell, somebody call a priest
Oh, one more of these and I'm back to the bourgeoisie
I guarantee
I'm back to the bourgeoisie
I'll never be free
Back in the bourgeoisie
Back in the bourgeoisie