Walking through life with blinders on
Trying not to get too deep in the wrong
With all the peer pressure that they advertise
It`s a full time chore to hold back my demise
Everybody telling me what to do
As if everybody knows
There`s a fork in the road with a million prongs
And six little nines that I know are wrong
I ain`t got
I ain`t got nothing to say
Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three hundred times
I`ve tried really hard to make this rhyme
But it`s constant help from the people who know
Make it tougher than it has to be
Every single day I try to get things done
I`m either stopped by the cold or burnt by the sun
There is no easy way to speak your mind
And even harder to get them to hear
I ain`t got
I ain`t got nothing to say
Every little piece of fantasy
Keeps me right where they want me to be
There`s a code that they`re all searching by
A map of places I might hide
It`s dark with a couple of marker lights
All of my hunters are afraid of heights
There`s a well known fact that they don`t know
They`re chasing a man not on the go
I ain`t got
I ain`t got nothing to say
Music written by: Flotsam and Jetsam
Lyrics written by: Eric A.K.