Verse 1
Some like meals plain
And some prefer spicey and hot
It\’s purely a matter of taste
And some enjoy loud
While others like music soft
A three modes of nature thing

Let me respect their right to choose, but politely say when it\’s not for me
And try to accept things they do, but reserve me the right to disagree
And so long as they don\’t impose
I\’ll strive to see their divinity

Verse 2
And some like to blame
And others to own their stuff
And some like to sit on a fence
And some like to fight
And some prefer love and peace
We choose between dark and light

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Verse 3
And some flesh they eat
And some prefer fruit and veg
And some see the murder in meat


Repeat Chorus