Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty

Climbin' up on thirty

Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk

And talk junk

You musta fell out of your bunk

And smacked your head

Or your face or somethin'



I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream

Take the bus

Go on and get yourself your own dream



This is my own life keepin' me down

Where I wanna be in my private nation

I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call

Here for just a while when in my private nation

You can ride or you can go



Why you gonna step on shoes

When you don't know whose been in 'em

Have you ever been more than a bump

On a rock that likes to roll

In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky

Use your eyes

It's all you got till you die



I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream

Take the bus

Go on and get yourself your own dream



You can ride on, it ain't free

Leave a light on, so you can see

How to get back when you go



How to get, how to give

How to make ends meet

How to lose, how to win

How to stay on the seat

How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight

How to wait after it feels like you waited so long