Certain things I don't wanna do
To be frank, I've had a tank full
But you take what you are given and be thankful

Refrigerated before my time
I avoid the Heimlich maneuver
(Let's go to Mars... or Uranus)

Juvenile
You're not my child
Your imagination's running wild
Take what you're given and be thankful

Prehensile
I get mobile
Take what you get given and be thankful

That disgusting smell ain't mine, I vouch
It's the old Brussels sprout that's under the couch
Every little mishap's always fateful
Take what you are given and be grateful

There's a lot of things I never wanna do
To be frank I've had a tank full
I feel no obligation to be thankful
Was docile
She made me hostile
I never felt no obligation to be thankful

When cowards ain't got nowhere to run
They always pull out a loaded gun
Take what you're given and be grateful

The sooner you open your eyes to the truth
The sooner you wanna jump off the roof
Got every reason to be hateful

No, nobody's home
Don't pick up the phone
Gotta take what I'm given and be thankful

Was docile
Now I'm hostile
You better better better believe I get mobile

Put the power of an upright in the palm of your hand
You won't find no reason to be hateful

Juvenile
You're not my child
Your imagination's running wild
You'll go where you're driven and be grateful
Get down on your knees

There's certain things that I won't do
To be frank I've had a tank full
I get what I get given and be grateful

Refrigerated before my time
I avoid the Heimlich maneuver
I get what I get given and be thankful

No, nobody's home
Sodium composite - come on
No, nobody's home
Sodium composite - come on

No, nobody's home
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
C'mon

...I'm gone