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You Won't Tell Me What To Think

One of my failings is to hop over the railings and cross the road wherever I like
If the red manís showing thatís my signal for going, keep left, Iíll walk on the right
And if you say that itís detestable to have so much cholesterol Iíll go and have a burger and chips
And if youíre gonna count my units with a view to try and prune it then Iíll raise another glass up to my lips

Cos you wonít tell me what to think, no you wonít tell me what to think
I might be teetíriní on the brink. I might be wrong in every aspect but to me thatís just fantastic
And you wonít tell me what to think

Everyone is frettiní that weíre in for Armageddon because of the pollution we cause
I used to have no problem that itís all to do with carbon till the government told me it was
You see, when everyoneís agreed on exactly what we need, well thatís the moment I think maybe that itís not
So the more you try and frighten then the more Iíll turn the light on and whack the central heating up a notch

According to the adverts everything I have is no good I need loads of things to make me content
A perfect way of living and a perfect body with it - theyíre all mine, if only I spend
But donít expect me then to latch on to the latest silly fashion looking stupid just to try and cause a stir
Cos no matter what they sell you if I think itís dumb Iíll tell you and I wonít be suckered just because you were

I might believe in angels and that love can really change all, I might believe in heaven and hell
Show me all the movies where they just go and disprove it and Iíll probably believe all those as well
I might believe the earth is square, made by aliens who care, I might believe the earthís a disc and that itís flat
I might believe itís all supported by an astronomic tortoise with four giant elephants upon its back

Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller