Leftover Sermon - There's No I in Team, but There's a You in Fuck
I don't wanna be part of your little team
I don't wanna play nice, I don't wanna learn to get along
I don't wanna learn my role, or trade you for my soul
In exchange for a bag of dimes and pat on the back
I don't wanna work harder for a 10% raise and "you're doing a heck of a job"
If you're not making things better, then you're making them worse
So I'm singing you this song
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
Hang that on your fucking wall
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
When you identify with a group, it re-programs your brain
That's a gift of evolutionary biology
You stop questioning your beliefs, self censor your ideas
Discourage creativity and individual responsibility
Harmony, conformity suppression of dissension, isolation from outside thought
Squash independent thinking, expressions of uniqueness
Dehumanize the Other
There's not I in team, but there's a you in fuck
Put that in a fucking frame
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
Silence is agreement
When you're silent, you agree
Go!
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
Hang that on your fucking wall
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
There's no I in team, but there's a you in fuck
Written by:
David Banas
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