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You might be Socrates
Or you might be Confucius
But don't forget about a moron
Always lurking in the bushes
To reinterpret true lines of your story
And give your story glory
Of a different kinda category

I know you're ready to go
But I just want you to know
That I, I, I

I, I got no time for idiots
You, oh, seem to be just fine
Get on, get on, get on
What's the secret ingredient?
Idiot resilience
Oh, where do I get mine?

There is always a chance
Things are just like what they seem
Like herd of porcupines crossing
Boulevard of shattered dreams
It's so cold and lonely
They are pressing close together
Then stab each other with their quills
And blame it, blame it on the weather

I know you're ready to go
But I just want you to know
That I, I, I

I, I got no time for idiots
You, oh, seem to be just fine
Get on, get on, get on
What's the secret ingredient?
Idiot resilience
Oh, where do I get mine?

Get on, get on, get on
Get on, get on, get on
Get on, get on, get on
Get on, get on, get on

You might be Wittgenstein
You might be Heraclitus
Threw in the towel
Overcame his laryngitis
To reinterpret sweet lines of your story
And give your story glory
Of a different kinda category

Interpretations
Our mental brutes
With no charm at all
Oh, isn't that cute?

But I, I got no time for idiots
You, oh, seem to be just fine
Get on, get on, get on
What's the secret ingredient?
Idiot resilience
Oh, where do I get mine?

I, I still got no time for idiots
You, oh, you seem to be just fine
Get on, get on, get on
Get on, get on, get on
Get on, get on, get on (Hey)
Get on, get on, get on (Hey)
Get on, get on, get on (Hey)
Get on, get on, get on (Hey)

Each of which expect respect
But don't respect the cause and effect
Hey
Each of which expect respect
But don't respect the cause and effect
Hey