Don't De-Rock Me

(album: Psychotic Supper - 1992)

I ain't no program on your television screen.
They only taught me what they wanted me to be.
Heard all your so-called facts. Now hit me with the truth.
Takes a lotta nerve the way you played me for the fool.

It's my personal selection to fly in my own direction.
No time for fucking 'round with mediocrity.
Takes ev'rything I got just trying to be me.
Life's like a highway. We're all try'n' to stay on time.
Travel atcha own speed. You take your lane, I'll take mine.
Don't believe all that you hear or half of whatcha see.
'S'waste o' time to criticize. Don't de-rock me.

[Chorus:]
Don't de-rock me. Don't de-rock me.
You be you and I'll be me. Don't de-rock me.

"Backstage Betty", banana in her cherry, in the shower down on her knees.
Like to think she'll own ya if she'll do all that ya please.
Hurts like a mother being cursed by a punter who's five sheets to the wind.
Won't stop at nothing, claiming to be cousin till security lets 'em in.

Now I'm no symbol of perfection, so why deal with this infection?
Tired of being treated like some piece of property.
Fakes, lies, patronizing don't sit well with me.
Blasting down the highway, try'n' to stay between the lines.
You can get to where you're go'n'. Just don't ignore the signs.
Don't de-rock me. Don't de-rock me.
'S'waste o' time to criticize. Don't de-rock me.

[Chorus]