Walking through life with blinders on 

Trying not to get too deep in the wrong 

With all the peer pressure that they advertise 

It's a full time chore to hold back my demise 

Everybody telling me what to do 

As if everybody knows 

There's a fork in the road with a million prongs 

And six little nines that I know are wrong 



I ain't got 

I ain't got nothing to say 



Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three hundred times 

I've tried really hard to make this rhyme 

But it's constant help from the people who know 

Make it tougher than it has to be 

Every single day I try to get things done 

I'm either stopped by the cold or burnt by the sun 

There is no easy way to speak your mind 

And even harder to get them to hear 



I ain't got 

I ain't got nothing to say 



Every little piece of fantasy 

Keeps me right where they want me to be 

There's a code that they're all searching by 

A map of places I might hide 

It's dark with a couple of marker lights 

All of my hunters are afraid of heights 

There's a well known fact that they don't know 

They're chasing a man not on the go 



I ain't got 

I ain't got nothing to say