| Looking for a way out | |
| I put my foot out of line | |
| Really like to break-out | |
| I feel so confined | |
| American leather | |
| The poinsous members | |
| Not alone-not together | |
| Their American leather | |
| Saw you on a dark road | |
| Brought myself along | |
| Got a sense of conflict | |
| But I know what's wrong | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Middle) | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I know that kinda feeling | |
| So I built my place up high | |
| But you'll never find me kneeling | |
| Cause I'm too occupied | |
| (Chorus) |