Overstepping the line has become the highlight of the day. Apparently that's how one achieves true recognition.
Who can argue that?
It is useless trying to understand, as comprehension and simpathy are pretty far-fetched concepts just about now. Being a dickhead has become a must, or so it seems.
However, once in a while, this tendency is broken. Fortunately.
Fuck. It isn't ok. Not by a long shot, mate!
Get in on
I had to get up to get down to start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on get it on
On the day that you got born
They had to dig him the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingers
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He's got some words of wisdom!
GET IT ON GET IT ON ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN
He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls you're married too
He's got some words of wisdom
GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you were born
You gotta do The Vaughan
Yeah, papa's down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on
Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he'd shot him
If he hadn't of dissappeared
The Taxman would have got him
Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on
GET IT ON GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you got born!