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)