The Truth
We always seek the "truth"
Though seldom is it true
We hear only what we want
And let the rest pass on through
We all have a moral code
Adapted to fit our taste
We uphold it to the letter
Until it gets in our way
We're all devout in religion
Through Sunday morning mass
But the moment we step outside
Our conviction no longer lasts
We shout for liberty
Freedom for all
Then we find a way
To make others feel small
We always seek the truth
And follow it for a while
Then forsake what is right
Preferring what is in style