When it comes to affairs of the state,
You know we'll always be violent when you dictate
Still they tell me everything is white,
When it's as clear as a bell it's black
Still they tell me its best to pat,
I wanna slap

And every minute I'm trying to change your mind

When it comes to affairs of the purse,
You know we'll always be comfortable so we feel worse
So don't tell me that time will heal,
When there's nothing vaguely wrong with me,
So don't tell me to forgive & forget
I don't agree

Now nothing in this worl can change my
mind I find
Now I've suffered ritual torture at the hands of
Womankind
And nothing in this world makes any sense
except violence
Desperate & directionless I'm trying to
amends

So every minute I'm trying to change your mind

When it comes to affairs of the heart,
You know you'll always be number one in my pop
chart
So don't tell me that everything's OK
When it's clear as my nose that it's not,
And don't tell me that its best to go on,
I wanna stop