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We're all on a grey scale in one open zone,Still you have to be a gender, not to be aloneIt's automatic, the things that are expected of you,Little sister can't be a bruteI wanna shut my ears when you're talking to me, 'cause ICan't act in opposition while I'm down on my knees, all theseDefenseless souls between your thumb and its nail,Already brainwashed before their brain-cells set sailYou better read your John Gray in this Kentucky fried styYou better stand up while you pee and you better know whyIt's automatic about which subject you're expected to speakLittle brother can't be weakThe little boys already know the football rules and when They hear I don't, they think I'm a foolThe little girls are full-grown princessesAnd those who aren't are spaced-out odditiesThink about it, does it really upset you soDid you think about those things when you were younger?It doesn't matter, cause those things are always round to be foundIt's all so easy, in your academic little crowd, but when youGet out in the real world,You're not so proud, of your opinionsThere's no reason to get into debate,SongtexteMr. Revelation came too lateIt's getting hard to know what's black or whiteIt's getting hard to tell my left foot from my rightIt's getting hard to say what I'm talking aboutBut as this angry persona, I have no doubt... Aus Songtexte Mania