Preachin From A Chair Lyrics - Behind Closed Doors - Thunder

I'm sorry I don't hate the world 

I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed 

I'm sorry that I don't do drugs, I hope you understand 

I can't talk about my life in hell 

Or a suicide attempt that didn't go well 

No life of crime, no misery, what you see is what you get 

And I don't believe in dwelling on the darker side 

There's enough bad news on the television every night 

So I don't need some little punk who's the latest star 

Telling me over and over again 

Life's such a drag when you're in a band 

What is it coming to when everyone's talking through their hat 

And we've heard it all before 

What happened to honesty? The way that it looks at me 

Is everybody's in it trying to get somewhere 

And trying to justify it, preaching from a chair 

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Please forgive me if the clothes ain't right 

I wouldn't want you hanging with an uncool guy 

No flannel shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard? 

Don't you tell me what I oughta think 

Which cigarettes to smoke, and what I oughta drink 

Don't judge me by the way I look cos the clothes don't make the man 

I'm not about to be a slave to a book of rules 

Don't wanna spend my life trying to be somebody else 

I'd be wrong to believe in every word that I ever read 

You can't fool all the people all of the time 

And one man's opinion's another man's lie 

The makers of taste will be patronising you and me forever 

And it's always been the same 

You'll enter the twilight zone if you don't keep your mind your own 

I shouldn't let it get to me but I don't care 

I can't stomach bullshit, when it's preaching from a chair 

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I'm sorry that I like the sun 

I'm sorry to say I don't wanna own a gun 

Cos if my number's up that's alright, sometime we all got to go 

So many versions of the world outside 

Reality is getting hard to find 

So many people with an axe to grind 

It's hard to know who to believe 

Don't lecture me, until you know what the truth is 

Take a good look inside you criticise everyone else 

Your jealousy ain't enough of a reason 

To justify telling me where I went wrong 

So don't try to do it 

Cos all you ever do is sing the same old song 

And no one wants to hear 

Preaching from a chair