Thunder Preaching from a Chair song lyrics

I'm sorry I don't hate the world

I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed

I'm sorry that I don't do drugs, I hope you understand

I can't talk about my life in hell

Or a suicide attempt that didn't go well

No life of crime, no misery, what you see is what you get

And I don't believe in dwelling on the darker side

There's enough bad news on the television every night

So I don't need some little punk who's the latest star

Telling me over and over again

Life's such a drag when you're in a band

What is it coming to when everyone's talking through their hat

And we've heard it all before

What happened to honesty? The way that it looks at me

Is everybody's in it trying to get somewhere

And trying to justify it, preaching from a chair

Please forgive me if the clothes ain't right

I wouldn't want you hanging with an uncool guy

No flannel shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard?

Don't you tell me what I oughta think

Which cigarettes to smoke, and what I oughta drink

Don't judge me by the way I look cos the clothes don't make the man

I'm not about to be a slave to a book of rules

Don't wanna spend my life trying to be somebody else

I'd be wrong to believe in every word that I ever read

You can't fool all the people all of the time

And one man's opinion's another man's lie

The makers of taste will be patronising you and me forever

And it's always been the same

You'll enter the twilight zone if you don't keep your mind your own

I shouldn't let it get to me but I don't care

I can't stomach bullshit, when it's preaching from a chair

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I'm sorry that I like the sun

I'm sorry to say I don't wanna own a gun

Cos if my number's up that's alright, sometime we all got to go

So many versions of the world outside

Reality is getting hard to find

So many people with an axe to grind

It's hard to know who to believe

Don't lecture me, until you know what the truth is

Take a good look inside you criticise everyone else

Your jealousy ain't enough of a reason

To justify telling me where I went wrong

So don't try to do it

Cos all you ever do is sing the same old song

And no one wants to hear

Preaching from a chair