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von Booze Monkey

Got a call from the preacher man
He said, "Blue, how come you never clasp your hands?"
I said, "Sir, I appreciate your sense of contentment
But nothing ever happened for me with outside involvement
Especially from something that I cannot see"
He said, "Son, the source of your torment never let you be"
He said, "Son, you′re always running
Oh yeah, running against the wind"
I said, "Thank you for your concern
But please don't call me son again"


Policeman, he pulled me over, started frowning at me
I said, "Sir, your disapproval, it does not bother me"
He said, "Son, you′ve got a bad, a bad attitude"
I said, "Just because we disagree, that does not make me rude"
He said, "Son, you're always running
Oh yeah, running against the wind"
I said, "Thank you for your concern
But please don't call me son again"

Teacher started telling me the books I should not read
I said, "Teacher, when I am done, I′ll decide if I agree"
She said, "Son, you gotta think this way if you are to succeed"
I said, "Teacher, thinking is the only thing left that is free"
She said, "Son, you′re always running
Oh yeah, running against the wind"
I said, "Thank you for your concern
But please don't call me son again"