Certain things I don't wanna do To be frank, I've had a tank full But you take what you are given and be thankful
Refrigerated before my time I avoid the Heimlich maneuver (Let's go to Mars... or Uranus)
Juvenile You're not my child Your imagination's running wild Take what you're given and be thankful
Prehensile I get mobile Take what you get given and be thankful
That disgusting smell ain't mine, I vouch It's the old Brussels sprout that's under the couch Every little mishap's always fateful Take what you are given and be grateful
There's a lot of things I never wanna do To be frank I've had a tank full I feel no obligation to be thankful
Was docile She made me hostile I never felt no obligation to be thankful
When cowards ain't got nowhere to run They always pull out a loaded gun Take what you're given and be grateful
The sooner you open your eyes to the truth The sooner you wanna jump off the roof Got every reason to be hateful
No, nobody's home Don't pick up the phone Gotta take what I'm given and be thankful
Was docile Now I'm hostile You better better better believe I get mobile
Put the power of an upright in the palm of your hand You won't find no reason to be hateful
Juvenile You're not my child Your imagination's running wild You'll go where you're driven and be grateful
Get down on your knees
There's certain things that I won't do To be frank I've had a tank full I get what I get given and be grateful
Refrigerated before my time I avoid the Heimlich maneuver I get what I get given and be thankful
No, nobody's home Sodium composite - come on No, nobody's home Sodium composite - come on
No, nobody's home I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone C'mon