All my best friends are metalheads

The intro is taken from the 1967 Victor Lundberg spoken word Top 10 hit, "An Open Letter to My Teenage Son".

[Intro] This is a fair request and I promise I will not judge any person only as a teenager, and you will constantly remind yourself that some of my generation judges people by their race, their belief, or the color of their skin, and that this is no more right than saying that all teenagers are drunken dope addicts or glue sniffers [Verse 1] You think its strange, that there's a way Of how you looked, and how you act, and how you think Pretend they're not the same as you You think its strange, that there's a way Of how you looked, and how you act, and how you think Pretend they're not the same as you [Refrain] Do you know about her strength in convictions Or how she puts all her faith in religion Did we take the time to really discover How little we know about each other [Chorus] Keep us from saying anything And separate from everything And all this really means is You're the one in the crowd And you're paranoid of every sound You're not the friend You won't miss anyhow [Verse 2] You think its strange, that there's a way Of how you looked, and how you act, and how you think Pretend they're not the same as you [Refrain] [Chorus] Keep us from saying anything Can't separate from everything And all this really means is, You're one in a crowd And you're paranoid of every sound Keep us from saying anything Can't separate from everything And all this really means is you're one in a crowd and you're paranoid of every sound You're not the friend, You won't miss anyhow [Interlude] Do you know about her strength in convictions Or how she puts all her faith in religion Did ya take the time to really discover How little we know about each other Keep us from saying anything Can't separate from everything And all this really means is You're one in a crowd And you're paranoid of every sound Keep us from saying anything. Can't separate from everything And all this really means is You're one in a crowd And you're paranoid of every sound Paranoid of every sound.Paranoid of every sound