There's no freedom, so why even try? It's not like, we're gonna get very high. You get written up, if you don't do as they say. Oh Lord... I guess I'm in, for a swell of a day. You work hard, but it's never enough. This day just seems, to be getting rough. There's no talking. Why does she yell? She is making life, like a living hell. There are some days, I just stare at the grass. When I so badly want to tell her, to just kiss my glass! I'll live life my way, don't tell me what to do. Nine times outta ten, I speak the radical truth. So tell me I can't, and I'll prove you wrong. Tell me what to do, I dare you. You'll see a side of me, and it won't be long.