Letras: Blood Root Mother. Free.

Dead nine to five til I return to the hive
then I?m really feelin alive and I don?t mind.
Still goin? to school, still usin? my tool,
still playin? the fool and I don?t mind.
Now that I?ve seized the day and I?ve found something to play
you better stay out of my way or you?ll be dead.
Still on the run, still playin for fun,
still shootin? my gun til I?m dead.
Done writin? the song and I?m done goin? to prom
and I?m done mowin? the lawn
And I feel fine
We?re a talkin? box, we?re snarlin? dogs,
We?re quintessential cowboys and we feel fine.
While in limbo I?ll keep clear my head.
While in need I?ll shut my mouth and deal with it.
Whether or not I exist I?ll never quit