I'm sick of sitting around waiting for things to happen.
I'm too tired to go out and find some action.
Why don't they sell sin door to door?
I think they'd make a fortune, for sure.
I'm so down to earth, I'm sinking under it.
I'm so into staying home, I never leave it.
There's got to be a way to break free of this rut that I'm stuck in.
I just can't see my way out.
I'm dug in and pinned down.
I want to break free.
I want to be implusive.
I don't want to worry what tomorrow will bring.
I want to break free.
Ride upon a wave of fun.
Run around with no shoes on.
I want to break free from being me.
There are bills to pay and chores to do.
I got list so long I'll never get through.
I see disaster around every corner.
I want to lock the world out.
I want to shut down.
For every second I have fun,
There's 10 more minutes of work to be done.
I'm tied to the daily grind.
I married the dishpan last night.
There's got to be a way to break free from these weeds
and swing from the trees while
screaming out all of my frustrations.
I want to break free.
Ride upon a wave of fun.
Run around with no shoes on.
I want to break free from being me.
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