So pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show Ain't got no feelin'

Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react

Anymore anyway Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo But if they'd point the finger at themselves We don't have a choice We don't have a voice There's no choice in freedom There's no voice in freedom Leaders are guilty of nothing They're perfectly insane

He makes me feel wanted Like no one has before He don't want nothing from me But to know my love's for sure Now I am blessed to have what I need Ask a woman when you are broken You make a choice to stay down or go and Find something to bring you back To

I resent your voice I resent that I Don't have a choice I think I've been here before Yes I've been here before I resent you calling Anywhere I go You are always there

All you have is your fire Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash And the place you need to reach When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died