Yeah, [x3] I was right all along, Yeah, [x3] You come tagging along, Exhibit A, On a tray, What you say, Ends up thrown in your face, Exhibit B, What
You wanna dance, and you really wanna let it go, You want it bad, but the style has told you to go, You want it You do it fast when you really should
Doo wacko! Here is to you honey But I'm out of your league Never gonna pass me 'Cause I'm out of your league, your league, your league Lookie here baby
Welcome! I know that it has been a long time coming Your bought your tickets, you waited in line You were walking and now you find yourself running To
It was on a cold dark night, born into this world they couldn't tell back then, is it a boy or a girl? has since then been a story, of uncertainty It
Like a puppet on a string You hold on tight, You hold on tight Like a puppet on a string Like a puppet on a string You hold on tight, You hold on tight
So in the morning and in the evening we take the matter back in the saddle bedtimes are harder we throw a party we climb that ladder back in the saddle
Well we'd talk and talk and talk about it But talk would do no good We have little to next to nothing to talk about And we'd talk and talk and talk around
Ah no what's wrong with me, I got no vision see. I was the target of a notion of submission see. Oh yeah they needed me, I was the target see. They tried
They say our summer vacation Has come to an end And that we simply have no more holiday to spend They say no more barefoot No playing around in the pool
Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before You're all over history Like dust on the kitchen floor Tell me more Your lips are moving, You go on and
No bright lights no big city went to my head so I wont stick around in this town No I'm getting out instead cause I can't find a thing and get it done
You'll never get it right They got a hundred lies for you And when they pass them out You gotta give or take a few And be just the same A head in the
Look out! I pet the cat along the whiskers And I always go along the grain You'll never see me in the deep end If' I ain't got nothing to gain Don't
I know what you're thinking You got a mind and it's stinking You know why? You got a transparent cranium, a see through head Oh oh oh oh oh It doesn't
Hear them saying that a lot is a lot You think it's all that matters You've done your math well You checked the figures You've done your math tell Who
If you give up and follow every whim Loose your mind before it could even begin Missing link it might be what you got so won't you give it a shot So you
So you look for authenticity But I can see what is bothering me The kind you want from long way back in time It's been disposable since 79' I never wanted
