AN EXERCISE IN FUTILITY Oct. 19/83 Karl Rigelhof

Thick hide, thick skull
Shallow personality
Swollen head, big mouth
Very little respect

A chip on your shoulder
Dare to knock it off
Your actions are much bolder
At everything you scoff

CHORUS:
I cannot get through to you
You don't even listen
Why can't I get through to you
You won't even listen
How can I get through to you
You're an exercise in futility

Not restraining, always complaining
Over minute details
If it's not right, you get uptight
It never fails

Never watch your step
If it gets in your way
You either walk right over it
Or grind it into the dirt under your boots

You'll find something better yet
You'd better slow your pace a bit
Or you're gonna explode
But that's all right with you
Just as long as you take a few down with you