Morning Glory

Tolerate!

Let me live hard and fast 
let me die young at last 
let me stay by letting me go 
let me love those i don't know 
let me shout and sing along 
and let the world now hear my song 
let me question, overstate, 
understand and tolerate! 
you own your hate 
you're owned by the state 
who write the rules 
for wise men and fools 
the ashes of the constitution cloud the way 
as moral rectitude leads common sense astray 
the arbitrary laws of man
bind my heart if you still can! 
objectify your inner hate and turn it into truth 
i used to feel that way sometimes 
but mainly as a youth 
of primal instinct all men own an equal stock in hate 
there's no primal instinct urging you to tolerate 
you're radical 
you're sure you're right 
for all our sakes 
be wrong tonight 
together bound upon a planet webbed in faiths 
whose proclamations all agree but seem a wraith 
a call to arms in a time of peace 
i call it on myself to cease