To live without a master or a guide I wish that someone else could write my lines But what I stole from books that sounded smart You always saw the good within my art And worries are not welcome at the top And memories can get off can they not Cause if I got to lick the master's toes You got me by the throat as well you know
So watch me do it again What an eyesore Slipping down the rabbit u-bend Like I did it before Tripping over all the same things Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan Does it not Does it not
And if my taste in culture comes off flat I never thought that I'd get schooled in that Cause if I got to lick the master's toes I guess it's time that I gave giving up a go
So watch me do it again What an eyesore Slipping down the rabbit u-bend Like I did it before Tripping over all the same things Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan Does it not Does it not
Tripping over all the same things Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan Does it not Does it not