What do I do now?
I don't believe in self important folks who preach
And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes
Until the world is all like them
He left his people and simple life behind
The stresses of maturing compound every day
No Bad Religion song can make your life complete
Her heroes offer her
In need of affection, she craves a direction
A righteous student came and asked me to reflect
He raised his torso and he looked into the sky
Prepare for rejection
To tell them what to be, tell 'em what to wear
It seems so they look to someone else
Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray
Everyone's looking for something
She glances up to see her favorite video
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
You'll get no direction from me
Tell 'em what to say, tell 'em how to act and think
And they assume somebody else knows what it is
You'll get no direction from me
Shouting his questions, looking for directions
No one can live without the decisions of their own
And compel others compulsively
