If it don't look good down on paper then the worth's washed away
There's for sure nothing good to be had
Boy it's out of the picture you better be on you way
Seems to me there's no need for logic so knock me up some sense
If there's potential that ain't half bad
Yet the paper says otherwise now you're out on a fence
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
Show me a good time like a backhand to your criteria
Living on the line we're on it grinds my gears
There's no room to move out of sync
I'm not a factory made robot made for your own safety
So many minds means so many questions
So many points of views (This is mine!)
Listening to you ain't all that mandatory
All your funny little rules are now starting to bore me
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
Show me a good time like a backhand to your criteria
I don't understand
Why we're in someones hands
It's too far gone
And I'm not getting along
'Cause we're all just living under someone else's shoes
Like we're all streaks of piss in the wind
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
So, show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Going down to deadbeat street
To meet the public enemy
Where there's no politically correct