Pass that stage

We don't hesitate to try and create

And then perpatuate fictious impressions

Courteous words like "thank you, I'm sorry

Please and world you forgive me"

Which we once knew

Have now become a forgotten thing

Of the past

But "convict and condemn" in our minds

Our bosom pals, without a trial

But this wickedness, crookedness

Stupid and malicious gile is out of style

Can't people construct and try to engage

In something to alleviate this present shortage

Control the urge to damage

And as the people be less savage

In this day and age

Remember we pass that stage

We share disrespect and then we object

When people reject us and call us low class

Saturday night infideliy's a damn joke

We're cussing, we're whoring

We're smoking dope

Sunday morning we're holier than the pope

When we critisize we tend to dramatize

Thereby exercising ignorance and folly

Why can't we forget about the pride and scrimmage

Ignore the old talk and gossip in the village

Cease the damn wastage

And as the people be less savage

In this day and age

Remember we pass that stage