Don't wanna play by rules, won't equivocate
Directed by the dullest tools, script written by stiff fools
Won't follow what they say, but don't, don't press the point
Night follows each dark day, the dusk paves a brighter way

Unwrapping all the broken gifts you gave away
Critiques be damned, you'll have your say
Guardrails ain't gonna stop you spinning off the ledge
Calm, sanguine on the bleeding edge

Doors out the windows, and windows out the doors
You're party to your self-destruct, a victim of dumb rotten luck
Self-medication finds you fallin' to the floors
Sorry to say, my dear, you're ****ed