Please take a long hard look through your text book 'Cause I'm history When I strap my helmet on I'll be long gone Cause I've been dying to leave Yeah, I'll ride the range and hide all my loose change In my bedroom 'Cause riding a dirt bike down a turnpike Always takes it's toll on me
I've had just about enough Of quote, "diamonds in the rough" Because my backbone is paper thin Get me out of this cavern Or I'll cave in (I'll cave in, I'll cave in)
If the bombs go off The sun will still be shining (the sun will still be shining) Because we've heard it said that every mushroom cloud Has a silver lining (Though we're always undermining too deep to know) Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop 'Cause the road tastes like wintergreen The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane Mixed with stale gasoline I'll soak up the sound trying to sleep on the wet ground I'll get ten minutes give-or-take 'Cause I just don't foresee myself getting drowsy When cold integrity keeps me wide awake
Get me out of this cavern Or I'll cave in (cave in, cave in, cave in, cave in, cave in) Get me out of this cavern Or I'll cave in
I'll keep my helmet on just in case my head caves in (in case my head caves in) 'Cause if my thoughts collapse or my framework snaps It'll make a mess like you wouldn't believe Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track (so I stay on track) And if my intentions stray I'll wrench them away Then I'll take my leave and I won't even look back
