Acceptable Rebel
I got a feelin' in my stomach where the Paxil goes, yeah.
I'm as American as apple pie and Axl Rose, yeah.
I didn't sell my soul it just got pawned.
Just because you sit in the bleachers,
You don't have to come out blond.
I never heard eleven rumors just the ten you spread, girl.
Truth in advertising is real, that's what the menu said, girl.
I didn't get to go pro I got conned.
Just because you sit in the bleachers,
You don't have to come out blond.
God gave you the gall to say I'm gonna let you override.
(I'm notches under the level)
God gave you the gall to say it's gonna happen overnight.
God gave you the gall to say that I'm right and you are wrong.
(An unacceptable rebel)
You say you've gotta have it your way,
You don't have to let them sing along.
I don't need, need to find another way.
I'm still deaf, deaf no matter what they say.
Don't try to fight that ceiling,
You'll find you're not that strong.
Don't try to cite that feeling,
That you don't have to let them sing along.
I took an order from a manager with shifty eyes, yeah.
Let him stiff me on the bill because he tipped me nice, yeah.
And as I read his note out loud I yawned,
Just because you sit in the bleachers,
You don't have to come out blond.
Doooo ya?