Lyrics
We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool, dreaming 'bout the day I'd leave, Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention to all those educated fools. Yeah... Working behind the desk at the local NEB, worrying about my shirt and tie, In walks the boss, still carrying his cross, saying "You'd better get it right or else." Yeah... You've been walking on a fine line, don't mess around with your mind, Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up your own kind of rules, Yeah... |
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