To Each His Own

I love a man that isn't too proud to admit when he's wrong,
 a benefactor of good doctrines, to each his own.
 And I won't deny that I can be guilty in the first degree
 of putting another one's needs behind those of me.
 It's a simple sword to wield,
 but it can get a little gray and thorny in terms of yield.
 It's just a part of the deal
 of that turning wheel.
 Imagine all the people, if everyone could get their way,
 You'd think, 'man, if we could be in the position we are today,'
 You may say that I'm a dreamer, a dreamer I may be,
 I just don't want anybody telling me how that it's got to be.
 It's a natural need to feel,
 but it can get a little painful when you think that it's starting to heal.
 It's just a part of the deal, that grinding wheel.
 Oh, let me be
 Why can't you see that if everyone gets an opinion, then we'll never agree.
 Oh, somebody call a doctor,
 Hell, somebody call a priest,
 Oh, one more of these and I'm back to the bourgeoisie.
 And whether that may be the case,
 I will never ever acquiesce disgrace.
 One day we'll all have to face,
 The curse of the human race,
 Oh, I know that I can be deceiving and I know that I can make you wait,
 But I never took you anywhere you didn't want to be and I never make you wait too late.
 It's a serious situation to be channeling you through me,
 So, I speak my mind more than most of the time.
 Two cents ain't such a bad fee.
 Let me be
 Why can't you see?
 If everybody gets an opinion, then we'll never agree.
 Oh, somebody call a doctor
 Hell, somebody call a priest
 Oh, one more of these and I'm back to the bourgeoisie
 I guarantee
 I'm back to the bourgeoisie
 I'll never be free
 Back in the bourgeoisie
 Back in the bourgeoisie