i don't care if you're sad all the time,
but i live respectfully, and i know what is mine,
no TV controlling me, there's no breathin fee indeed,
i just jump around and dance around
and pick my feet straight off the fucking ground.
got no money got no worries got no girlie to hold my hand,
but i sing it and i rock it and i play in a punk ska band
with the sand on my feet and the deep ocean breeze,
and my worries up n at em, and those worries seem to only be knee deep.
no clock no time no girl no cry
no life of love and lavish, have a beer and please be mine
just for a while, just for a while, just here and now.
run and run and run,
but you cant hide forever dude,
in a world of pure imagination all i'm telling you,
is that i will load your gun,
but in the end, i cannot pull the trigger for you.
a penny on the ground and some french fries in my stomach,
life is just the game of survivin, and i'm trying to outrun it,
bleeding sweating crying living losing winning breaking out,
colors start to truly break, and thats when this entire world starts to get down...
