Can't waste my time
Waiting in line
Red, yellow, green mean nothing to me
Racing through the streets with electric speed
Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can't stand it
I won't have it
Can't waste my time
Waiting in line
Patriarchy means nothing to me
Breaking through the scene, getting off my knees
Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can't stand it
I won't have it
Permission is an invention
To keep us trapped in convention
Sometimes the moment passes
Urgency turns to molasses
Got to grab it
Can't waste my time
Waiting in line
Dreams are the only things with meaning
Unchaining my brain, entering the ring
Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can't stand it
I won't have it
Got to grab it