Chip Taylor
F**K all the Perfect People
To be or not to be,
To free or not to free,
To crawl or not to crawl.
Fuck all those perfect people!
To sleep or not to sleep,
To creep or not to creep.
And some can't remember,
What others recall...
Fuck all those perfect people!
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through,
No, I’m not talking about you...
To stand or not to stand,
To plan or not to plan,
To stall or not ot stall.
Fuck all those perfect people!
To drink or not to drink,
To think or not to think.
Some choose to dismember,
Your rise and your fault...
Fuck all those perfect people!
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through,
Well I'm not talking about you...
To sing or not to sing,
To swing or not to swing.
Hell, he fills up the silence,
Like a chalk on the wall
Fuck all those perfect people!
To prey or not to prey,
To sway or not to sway.
Jesus died for something,
Or nothing at all...
Fuck all those perfect people!
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through,
I'm not talking about you...