"The High Crime of Having Unusual Ideas"
by Josh Liller
2002

I'm a visionary
but my vision is scary
gets me lots of flak
and I jump back

I was originally shocked
that my creative talk
could start calls to hang me
so people could gawk
and see me swing in the breeze
to put their minds at ease

I say maybe capitalism has a few flaws
and people stand in awe
'How could he say we aren't the greatest?'
'He's a terrorist because he obviously hates us!'

Like Martin Luther calling for reform
but now everyone is expected to conform
more proper I think to say deform
what fucking idiot made The Norm?

Even the freaks who always express wierd stuff on their minds
think my new view hard to find
tactical radical like a tactical nuke
they want to rebuke, I want to puke

So I walk off in disarray
having said what I want to say
but I wonder if they'll let me get away
like Joan of Arc burned at the stake
I just can't catch a break
The world would send me to hell, for heaven's sake!