just because i'm crazy,
doesn't, make me bad...
just because i'm luney...
shouldn't, make you sad...
just because you hate me...
doesn't, mean i mean...
but if you try to shape me...
you'll see what's never been...

i'll try not to get angry...
i'm very good at this...
nothing ever gets me...
i just play as if it missed...
i don't like to pretend...
but what else can i do?
i mean - like really - what the hell?
it's hard not to let you through...

i like to ride the coasters...
i like to kill the grass...
i like to find things distant...
burried in the past...
i want to find the ending...
the ending to this ryme...
and i will i'm sure...
somewhere in good time...

i'm walking over daisies...
i'm playing in the snow...
i'm eating stuff like crazy...
i'm running, on the go...
i'm sleeping on a bed of fire...
i'm rolling deep down low...
i think i've found the ending...
but i just don't know...

with all these things i'm doing...
nothing's ever done...
an eturnal game,
eturnal stuggle,
the challenge's never done...

and life, my friend, s'worth living...
if for nothing else, for that...
the challenge and the stratagy,
let's you know where your at...
and if you want to fly up high,
and gaze down from above...
then my friend i'll recomend,
bring a shoot so you don't die...