I ain’t got no rhyme, I ain’t go no rhythm, Ain’t got no time, No time for indecision, ‘Cause I’m first in line, For losing my inhibition In a war with my mind, A war of attrition.
I don’t need no rest, Don’t need no sleep, Gonna hurt myself ‘Fore I admit defeat And I’m not impressed With what your telling me. I’m gonna make a mess, Gonna make you see.