I guess your default disposition is “don’t wanna know”
An act of surgical precision just to make it so
Cause there’s a natural selection we’re chained to the world
Just like a teenage insurrection it’s inevitable
So put your back in it!
Every idle minute is a murdered one
Cause when hesitation’s the bullet
Procrastination’s the gun
So would you keep this on the down-low?
We don’t need spies
And if you need some inspiration check your vital signs
But if you can’t come to your senses check ‘em at the door
Ah, put your shoulder to the wheel
What did you think it was for?!