Traverse this solitary wasteland
Florescent lights always at hand
It seems this only leads to sadness
Not the madness of a band

People call me crazy
I think they overstep their bounds
They say my future's hazy
From the edge I hear get down

Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down

My instincts have always been true
Follow my heart it lead to you
My methods may not be tradition
But they're also not sedition

People call me crazy
I think they overstep their bounds
They say my future's hazy
From the edge I hear get down

Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down