Uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh. . You're painting a picture of what you would prefer. Of what you want to see come out of your life. But every now and then you gotta open up your eyes.
I don't wanna wake up in a crowded room. No room to move, clowns to the left of me. Jokers sniffing helium from balloons. 'Cuz they got nothin' better to do.