How, C-c-c-c-c-could i Define a better, fitter scheme for living.
So why, S-s-s-s-s-should i Allow the whisperings of criticism
Nobody wants Mr. 100 percent I'll sleep on my feet It still is not good enough for them, Until the end, I thought I could keep up with the pretense, I won't make that mistake again
Now, Now that the pressure's intense I keep a tighter reign on ugly habits But some how. Y-y-y-yeah They keep him in and leak him under static.
Nobody wants Mr. 100 percent I'll sleep on my feet It still is not good enough for them, Until the end, I thought I could keep up with the pretense, I won't make that mistake again
So. Why not quit ? Being the best. Isn't always best for me
I won't make, I won't make, I won't make, That mistake [x4]