To live without a master or a guide
I wish that someone else could write my lines
But what I stole from books that sounded smart
You always saw the good within my art
And worries are not welcome at the top
And memories can get off can they not
Cause if I got to lick the master's toes
You got me by the throat as well you know

So watch me do it again
What an eyesore
Slipping down the rabbit u-bend
Like I did it before
Tripping over all the same things
Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan
Does it not
Does it not

And if my taste in culture comes off flat
I never thought that I'd get schooled in that
Cause if I got to lick the master's toes
I guess it's time that I gave giving up a go

So watch me do it again
What an eyesore
Slipping down the rabbit u-bend
Like I did it before
Tripping over all the same things
Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan
Does it not
Does it not

Tripping over all the same things
Like a blind man thinking that his life has a plan
Does it not
Does it not