We don't hesitate to try and create And then perpatuate fictious impressions Courteous words like "thank you, I'm sorry Please and world you forgive me" Which we once knew Have now become a forgotten thing Of the past But "convict and condemn" in our minds Our bosom pals, without a trial But this wickedness, crookedness Stupid and malicious gile is out of style Can't people construct and try to engage In something to alleviate this present shortage Control the urge to damage And as the people be less savage In this day and age Remember we pass that stage We share disrespect and then we object When people reject us and call us low class Saturday night infideliy's a damn joke We're cussing, we're whoring We're smoking dope Sunday morning we're holier than the pope When we critisize we tend to dramatize Thereby exercising ignorance and folly Why can't we forget about the pride and scrimmage Ignore the old talk and gossip in the village Cease the damn wastage And as the people be less savage In this day and age Remember we pass that stage