I've got a stage and a mic
Which I use to say things you won't like
But I spent years thinking I was alone
Now I know, now I know, that I'm not, that I'm not
And I'm sharing that comfort with those
Who think that hope is lost
Oh, and I'm so proud of where I am
I'm learning where to stand or to tread lightly
So hold back
Steadfast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say and hear
The drugs don't seem to work
And they've got a padded room for you
To get your just deserts
If I could choose my own name
I'd choose something that's bold and fits
Like anger, aggression or cunningly brash
By the skin of my teeth but with timing and class
Oh, woe is me
Oh, woe were us
But not anymore we stand up for ourselves
We're like captains at war, we'll get followed to hell
Oh, and I'm so proud of where I am
I'm learning where to stand or to tread lightly
So hold back
Steadfast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say and hear
The drugs don't seem to work
And they've got a padded room for you
To get your just deserts
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
Everything's alright
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
I and I, we're taking control of our lives
Everything's alright
So, so hold back
Steadfast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say and hear
The drugs don't seem to work
And they've got a padded room for you
To get your just deserts
Artist: Pusho
Artist: Jerry Garcia
Artist: Goodie Mob