Something new that's fresh for the taking
The old hands are shaking
So take 'em down and change it
I'm sick of sticking to scripts soon we need some new prints
Their rubric is useless
It's proof we ned some new shit
Reality is different than we often has supposed
I live floating with the current the rhythm and the flow
Oh never do I ever claim the truth or even say I know
No I don't know the first thing though 'til it comes and goes
Yeah I could take a different path and do just as I'm told
Play my cards as they're dealt and never ever fold
Stick to the script stay in molds and perpetuate the old
Make plans set goals
Trade the rainbows for the gold