Rolling to the town of timid resistance
Riding through this time I go the distance
Could sit around think what might have been
Like a two time looser
But I'm riding out to grab my peace of the future
Sometimes it's a bitter little world
It's full of sad surprises
Sometimes in a bitter little world
You choke on the compromises
You face a life of diminishing possibilities
Heard the instinct and medeocrity
Trying to blackmail your boyfriend into devotion
You chained yourself to a push chair
With negative emotion
One stop shop for your disease
But I'll be on a black machine
Riding free
A tragic comic pantomime of self indulgent posturing
Two proud fools who are two condescending
You can't hijack happiness with a matching
Handbag and shoes
You are what you think you are
You always thought you would lose
Sometimes it's a bitter little world
It's full of sad surprises
Sometimes in a bitter little world
You choke on the compromises
One stop shop for your disease
But I'll be on a black machine
Riding free
Come on, come on
Do, do, do
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