Oh yeah sometimes I do things I don't wanna do,
I should tell you I don't live my life for you
These familiar artefacts will never feel brand new
To tell you the truth,I think I always knew...
They tell you life is but a dream
But they wanna sell you down the stream,
You won't get ahold of me,
Get lost & go a different way
Go left! Go left! Go left! Go, go!
When the man's getting on your case
Go Left! Go Left! Go Left! Go, go! Hey!
Yeah I said fuck the papers
It makes me feel frustrated when they take me for a fool
Alarm bells ringing out, but you'd rather press snooze
They tell you life is but a dream
But they wanna sell you down the stream,
You won't get ahold of me
Get lost & go a different way
Go left! Go left! Go left! Go, go!
When the man's getting on your case
Go Left! Go Left! Go Left! Go, go! Hey!
I don't have to reason why
I don't need no suit & tie
Said if you got wings then you're born to fly
I don't have to reason why (I don't need noone to tell me shit)
I don't need no suit & tie (I've got it all on my own)
Said if you got wings then you're born to fly
Get lost & go a different way
Go left! Go left! Go left! Go, go!
When the man's getting on your case
Go Left! Go Left! Go Left! Go, go!
Get lost & go a different way
Go left! Go left! Go left! Go, go!
When the man's getting on your case
Go Left! Go Left! Go Left! Go, go! Hey!
Gotta get away, get away, get away
Gotta get away, get away, get away
WRITERS
FABIENNE HALLOWAY, FRED COX, MARCO BERNARDIS, TYLER JOSEPH ACORD, Fabienne Holloway, Frederick Cox, Tyler Acord, Frederick James Cox, Tyler Accord