The things that you say may not be to my taste,
The words of a veteran
Now say to me you're included
The things that I do may not be to your taste,
The acts of an idiot
Now come to me, I'll accept that
Id never come looking for trouble
Im just exercising my right,
My right to an explanation,
I've discarded the one I was given,
It carried too little weight
We learned to rise above it,
Have seen the strings on the hands of the puppets
That tell us how to behave
And by the time the tides of the ocean
Had cradled me in their arms,
God tried to kill me
I mind the time the winds of the country
Helped me run faster,
I flew through the village
That said I'd come looking for trouble,
When I was exercising my right
My right to an explanation,
I've discarded the one I was given,
It carried too little weight
We learned to rise above it,
Have seen the strings on the hands of the puppets
That tell us how to behave
Who wrote the letter?
Who wrote it?
My right to an explanation,
Gale force come take me to another
S ettlement far away
Our God exiled from heaven,
Banished like a drunk from his other,
A picture torn from it's frame