text: One thing that I never can talk about
  Left wing is the place Ive been hangin out
  Oh what a sight, what a sound, what a trip that Im on
  You know Im the qualified recipe
  Breaking through all the wangles that entangle me
  Some things are better left unsaid
  Let subtleties shout it
  Brass rings are better left for dead
  And some things are
  Some of the things they told you
  Might sink in when you get older
  And then some of the things they told you
  Might just take a little longer
  All of the things you thought about
  Were swimming in your head
  Are in your head
  And those are some of the things better left unsaid
  Last night you were handing me sympathy
  Now youre thinking Im a water walking enemy
  Oh what a sight, what a sound, what a trip that Im on
  Do I scare you, do I make you seem little league
  Whats the matter do you need a little therapy