Go to bed late then I have to waitnGet to work, keep it goinnCan't stop, can't take a breaknGotta get it done in time for me to do the things I wanna do but by the time I'm finished is time for me to talk to you and then explainnWhat I did with my daynWell, it's complicated and you say Pray tell and I will trynBut if I miss any details, think about it later and then send it in an email causenMy brain is on a loop but there's a buzznThat I need to troubleshoot not nownGotta gotta get the work donenLast item of the day's turned into the first onennI, am never gonna never gonnanI, am never gonna never gonnanI, ain't never gonna ever gonna diennPedal to the medal gotta get ahead gotta run another red light in the dead of the nightnLettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyesnSexual text messaging on my mindnFingers are busy but now I'm lookin in the mirror cause the people behind me they're givin me the middle fingernI'll kill em if they pull up any closer to my bumpernShort tempered mother-nShut your mouthnDrinkin my coffee now I'm dumpin it outnHe's honkin his horn like he wanna throw downnHe thinks I'm mortal, oh he wanna go now? Well I'm readynnFor the typically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenDifficult, isn't it?nnJust a man with a company van and a supervisor who just does a summary scan and a co-worker who's always like Just cover me mannIn the morning we can get into the huddle againnLike can we even make more money?nI wonder if the luxury is really taken from menI don't even have to worrynI-I-I-I-I-nnTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obedient people are gonna dienCause they can't live my lifennAll eyes on the small guys makin small noise in a small townnWe're the small music mennYou're just fall guys in the law's eyesnYour voice is worth more than you know and you're not fooling anyonenI'm not a con-artistnYou pencil in your promisesnEroding eraser tipsnI'm sick of your collegesnExpensive taste tester Spit that winenExcessive waste yes, but it's that timenFor me to get randomly checked againnBoarding ticket marked with a blood red pennWater bottle sittin in my pocketnAnd I'm walkin with a grin because the liquid isn't permittednI'm rippin up the ticket for the lady at the counter it's confetti in her facenThey shoulda never let me in this placenFly fly boy in a grounded statenI got a feeling that I'm never gonna get let out the gate cause I'm the bombnYeah I said it, cool collected and calmnManeuver through the computer to do a little songnMy music's got the charmnSmoother than a cougar attack the mic and get on itercom:nnHello passengers, fellow activists, whether your masochists or mellow pacifists, tell those facts and it is no accident, by the end of this record you're gonna know...nnTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obediencenTypically cyclical simple civil obedient peoplennAre you listening, love? nI got a theory for us.nCan you hear me enough?nCan you hand me my stuff?nI'm bout to move up out this scary cemetary of trustnCuz living just a little bit it isn't nearly enoughnNo living just a little bit it isn't nearly justified, cause I-I-I-I-InI-I-I-I-IIInAm never gonna, never gonna, never gonna, never gonna die.