(Your tradition!)
I'm getting so sick of creating
(Your tradition!)
This music to please you
(Your tradition!)
The way it used to be
(Your tradition!)
Is the very thing that blinds you.

That's why you can't see my God move!(x3)
Cause this is not then, and I'm not like you.

(Damnation!)
Your excuse for good advice.
(Damnation!)
Their mouths are wide, but you feed them lies
(Reputation!)
Youre full of indecency.
(Reputation!)
You are exactly the portrait they painted you to be.

Stereo Child(x8)

That's why you can't see, My God move!(x3)
Cause this is not then, and I'm not like you.

You refuse to speak, and they'll listen.(x4)

But I wont be predicted.
I wont be your stereo.
I wont be predicted, never.