(Turn it off, turn it off, turn it)
You walk all over anyone who dares to be a friend
Scream and yell because you deem them unenlightened
High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
I nearly broke my back as I was heading back for you
Half the time was hell and half a waste of time
High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
I do not know the answers to the universe I fear
So drop me cold and go and find your perfect man, my dear
High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days