we only want a field we can run through
we only want a beat we can drum to
we only want rhythm we can tune to
we only want a dream we can flaunt to
we only want to sing when we want to
we only want a track we can dance to.
we don't live life on a playground
riding a fucking merry-go-round
trying to look like we belong
whether right or wrong
and even if we do belong
trying to prove we're strong.
got to let the odds slide
advantage to the other side
let go of the pride inside
but we know that we really tried
to keep our aching-celebrating inner glow alive.