Water And Oil

I've learned not to trust the status quo While everyone's in fits Over the latest custom of culture I'm left curiously colder Unmoved I distrust popular movies, popular mindset Political correctness and preaching (I can get that in church for free) I've found through hit and miss That I prefer the borderline I'll just keep to the barely legal Minimum and maximum, thanks- No axles; or twenty of them I find profitability graphs a bore And I'll never have to fear popularity Maybe in a hundred years I'll realize my error When that humdrum stuff is still limping along Under it's own predictable steam And I'm dead, forgotten dust I'll be much happier then, as dust- A fine dust, settled down imperceptibly On one hit wonders, and unsurprising blitzkriegs Water and oil can never mix So go on and surprise me I'll be waiting.