Here we are, our hands are all untied.
We'd rather walk than ride.
Then ride and ride, and ride, ride, ride.
Ride and ride, and ride.
There you stand, your eyes are in your head.
You should have stayed in bed.
Oh, Fred, in bed and ride, ride, ride.
Fred in bed and ride.
I keep on tellin' myself
everything is gonna change
when I find someone to blame
and the people that I see won't
bother me.
I keep on hidin' myself
away from everything,
what a thing to fix your brain.
I guess, I want to be where
it don't follow me.
I keep on playin' my drums, ¡hey!
I keep on singin' my songs (I just got out my little red).
I keep on doin' all the things that I shouldn't have to do.
I keep on buildin' my hopes
and you keep tearin' 'em down.
What is this foolin' around?
Are we supposed to be like
history?
I keep on playin' my drums, drums
I keep on singin' my songs, oh yeah!
I keep on doin' all the things that I shouldn't have to do
(At the end, randomly play the following chords)