"The High Crime of Having Unusual Ideas"
by Josh Liller
2002

I'm a visionary
but my vision is scary
gets me lots of flak
and I jump back

I was originally shocked
that my creative talk
could start calls to hang me
so people could gawk
and see me swing in the breeze
to put their minds at ease

I say maybe capitalism has a few flaws
and people stand in awe
'How could he say we aren't the greatest?'
'He's a terrorist because he obviously hates us!'

Like Martin Luther calling for reform
but now everyone is expected to conform
more proper I think to say deform
what fools made the norm?

Even the freaks who always express wierd stuff on their minds
think my new view hard to find
tactical radical like a tactical nuke
they want to rebuke, I want to puke

So I walk off in disarray
having said what I want to say
but I wonder if they'll let me get away
like Joan of Arc burned at the stake
I just can't catch a break
The world would send me to hell, for heaven's sake!