Song | Go As You Please |
Artist | Stealers Wheel |
Album | Collected |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool | |
Dreaming 'bout the day I'd leave | |
I couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to lay it out | |
All of those bad memories | |
Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention | |
To all those educated fools | |
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up my own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Working behind the desk at the local NEB | |
Worrying about my shirt and tie | |
Yeah, you had to be clean and you had to make it's scene | |
So's the public wouldn't blink an eye | |
In walks the boss, still carrying his cross | |
Saying ‽You'd better get it right or else†| |
Yeah, I had enough of it, me, I'd rather rough it | |
I'm just gonna please myself | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
You've been walking on a fine line | |
Don't mess around with your mind | |
You know they played it mean and cruel | |
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah |
We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool | |
Dreaming ' bout the day I' d leave | |
I couldn' t wait to get out, I couldn' t wait to lay it out | |
All of those bad memories | |
Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention | |
To all those educated fools | |
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up my own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Working behind the desk at the local NEB | |
Worrying about my shirt and tie | |
Yeah, you had to be clean and you had to make it' s scene | |
So' s the public wouldn' t blink an eye | |
In walks the boss, still carrying his cross | |
Saying You' d better get it right or else | |
Yeah, I had enough of it, me, I' d rather rough it | |
I' m just gonna please myself | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
You' ve been walking on a fine line | |
Don' t mess around with your mind | |
You know they played it mean and cruel | |
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah |
We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool | |
Dreaming ' bout the day I' d leave | |
I couldn' t wait to get out, I couldn' t wait to lay it out | |
All of those bad memories | |
Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention | |
To all those educated fools | |
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up my own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Working behind the desk at the local NEB | |
Worrying about my shirt and tie | |
Yeah, you had to be clean and you had to make it' s scene | |
So' s the public wouldn' t blink an eye | |
In walks the boss, still carrying his cross | |
Saying You' d better get it right or else | |
Yeah, I had enough of it, me, I' d rather rough it | |
I' m just gonna please myself | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
You' ve been walking on a fine line | |
Don' t mess around with your mind | |
You know they played it mean and cruel | |
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Makin' up your own kind of rules | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yeah |