VERSE 1: Deadlines meetings and contracts all breached       D-days and structure responsibility       Have-to’s and need-to’s and get-to’s by three       Eleventh hours and upset employees        Chorus: I want to be naked running through the streets                I want to invite this so called chaos that you’d think I dare not be I want to be weightless flying through the air                I want to drop all these limitations but the shoes upon my feet                        VERSE 2: Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers          Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others         Chorus BRIDGE: All wont be lost if I’m governed by my own innateness Stop lights won’t work I’ll get home sound and safe regardless Won’t be mayhem if I’m led by my own rulelessness My fire wont quell and I’ll be harm-free and distressless Trust me VERSE 3: Line towing and helping expectations up to living    Inside box obeying inside line cutting                Chorus