The Death of PC
Watch what you say, you might offend somebody
These are the tepid waters we wade through today
Each faction having a percieved set of priority rights
What an ironic day, an extended moment of reckoning
The vast majority is now the fearful minority
85% may agree, but must maintain silence
What is best for the whole may not suit a few
Small pockets of radicals unite in noise and violence Loud, angry, ready to destroy those who oppose them
If you don't agree, you are condemned and labled
Guilt is their weapon of choice, freedom is their shield
Tradition be damned because self-accountablitiy is dead
Your Grandparents are rolling in their graves right now
But that's okay...they were bigots, racists, and worse.
They were beholden to their hokey values and religion
Sure, life is simpler when you don't really live, right?
What they called morals, we call limits
What they called liars, we call leaders
What they called perverts, we call brave and different
What they called terrorists, we call freedom fighters
What they called truth, we call relativity
What they called children, we call burdens
What they called blasphemy, we call art
What they called want, we call need
What they called privilige, we call rights.
What they called lazy, we call unfortunate
Be strong and know this,
There is a quiet breed of good people in our midst
A breed whose numbers far exceed the opposition
People who value their intuition, their honesty, their God.
There are those who still embrace hard work and family,
This majority doesn't control media airwaves or politics
It doesn't organize marches or campus demonstrations
No, we silently practice random acts of kindness
Together we wait for a spark to ignite our collective soul
Our commonalities far outweigh our differences
The pendulum always swings back and it will once again
Fear of saying what you feel will always be wrong
My friends, get ready to demolish political correctness
Get ready to fight the small hordes of narrow minds
Get ready to represent true intellectual freedom
Get ready to carry the banner of truth and morality
Get ready to make our grandparents proud.
These are the tepid waters we wade through today
Each faction having a percieved set of priority rights
What an ironic day, an extended moment of reckoning
The vast majority is now the fearful minority
85% may agree, but must maintain silence
What is best for the whole may not suit a few
Small pockets of radicals unite in noise and violence Loud, angry, ready to destroy those who oppose them
If you don't agree, you are condemned and labled
Guilt is their weapon of choice, freedom is their shield
Tradition be damned because self-accountablitiy is dead
Your Grandparents are rolling in their graves right now
But that's okay...they were bigots, racists, and worse.
They were beholden to their hokey values and religion
Sure, life is simpler when you don't really live, right?
What they called morals, we call limits
What they called liars, we call leaders
What they called perverts, we call brave and different
What they called terrorists, we call freedom fighters
What they called truth, we call relativity
What they called children, we call burdens
What they called blasphemy, we call art
What they called want, we call need
What they called privilige, we call rights.
What they called lazy, we call unfortunate
Be strong and know this,
There is a quiet breed of good people in our midst
A breed whose numbers far exceed the opposition
People who value their intuition, their honesty, their God.
There are those who still embrace hard work and family,
This majority doesn't control media airwaves or politics
It doesn't organize marches or campus demonstrations
No, we silently practice random acts of kindness
Together we wait for a spark to ignite our collective soul
Our commonalities far outweigh our differences
The pendulum always swings back and it will once again
Fear of saying what you feel will always be wrong
My friends, get ready to demolish political correctness
Get ready to fight the small hordes of narrow minds
Get ready to represent true intellectual freedom
Get ready to carry the banner of truth and morality
Get ready to make our grandparents proud.
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