VERSE 1: Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached D-days and structure responsibility Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees Chorus: I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be I want to be weightless, flying through the air I want to drop all these limitations but the shoes upon my feet VERSE 2: Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others Chorus BRIDGE: All wont be lost if I'm governed by my own innateness Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless Won't be mayhem if I'm led by my own rulelessness My fire wont quell and I'll be harm-free and distressless Trust me VERSE 3: Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living Inside box obeying, inside line cutting Chorus