D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to’s and need-to’s and get-to’s by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you’d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you’d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All won’t be lost if I’m governed by my own innate-ness
Stop lights won’t work I’ll get home sound and safe regardless
Won’t be mayhem if I’m ruled by my own rule-lessness
My fire won’t quell and I’ll be harm-free and distress-less (trust me)
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line coloring
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you’d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you’d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
