Growing up I had it rough. Although I hated work it taught me just enough. To know there ain't no application for the job that I've been chasin' and I'm looking for a diamond in the rough. And as it seems to me that if it was just a phase it would've passed around eighteen (but it didn't and I'm in it past the point of giving in so make your wagers place your bets and shut your mouths about regrets and how we're screwed). You climb the rung, I'll keep my head and I'll take all the crap you're giving me instead. Cause we'll be driving to a show while you'll be working at the store and checking out some lady buying wonder bread. And as it seems to me that there are lots of cool jobs but just a few that interest me. I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk or build my pension plan by being a company man. I want to be in a band. My parents still don't understand. Just add it up, you'll see the crux. From all our arguments we've gathered just enough to know we're quicker than a hare and smarter than the average bear and just because itself is reason just enough. And as it seems to me that the sheer volume of pay is not a gauge of self-esteem. I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk or build my pension plan by being a company man. I wanted to be in a band. We've got a penchant for fun, and groove for everyone. I want to be in a band. If you're concerned with the odds you'd better never begin. Veterinarian, garbage man or public speaking from a stand or pulling teeth or sweeping streets are all real cool and need to be done but not by me. I want to be in a band (black coffee and wrong turns) I want to make the supply and then create the demand. I want to be in a band (banned from all the big clubs) Supply side economics fit to make you happy... be in a band (beer drinking and mayhem) We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone. I want to be in a band (bandanas and make-up). My children still don't understand.
Growing up I had it rough. Although I hated work it taught me just enough. To know there ain't no application for the job that I've been chasin' and I'm looking for a diamond in the rough. And as it seems to me that if it was just a phase it would've passed around eighteen (but it didn't and I'm in it past the point of giving in so make your wagers place your bets and shut your mouths about regrets and how we're screwed). You climb the rung, I'll keep my head and I'll take all the crap you're giving me instead. Cause we'll be driving to a show while you'll be working at the store and checking out some lady buying wonder bread. And as it seems to me that there are lots of cool jobs but just a few that interest me. I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk or build my pension plan by being a company man. I want to be in a band. My parents still don't understand. Just add it up, you'll see the crux. From all our arguments we've gathered just enough to know we're quicker than a hare and smarter than the average bear and just because itself is reason just enough. And as it seems to me that the sheer volume of pay is not a gauge of self-esteem. I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk or build my pension plan by being a company man. I wanted to be in a band. We've got a penchant for fun, and groove for everyone. I want to be in a band. If you're concerned with the odds you'd better never begin. Veterinarian, garbage man or public speaking from a stand or pulling teeth or sweeping streets are all real cool and need to be done but not by me. I want to be in a band (black coffee and wrong turns) I want to make the supply and then create the demand. I want to be in a band (banned from all the big clubs) Supply side economics fit to make you happy... be in a band (beer drinking and mayhem) We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone. I want to be in a band (bandanas and make-up). My children still don't understand.
