Make haste and find the future
We were outcasted so tragically (so tragically)
Curse the tide, and shun the sun, who needs it anyway? Become a black sheep with me
A black sheep with me

I stayed up long nights, staring wide-eyed at the sea Throwing rocks and yelling but it made a man out of me

Make haste and find the future
We were outcasted so tragically
Or curse the tide and shun the sun
Become a black sheep with me

Follow a flock inside to assemble and rally
Or fight the flow, and light the fuse

Fly the banner, blue and gold
Fly the banner, blue and gold

Conformity it seems all so wrong
I always knew, that all along
I'd find solace in things important to me
I'd find solace in things important to me

And that's the way I want it to be
And that's the way I want it to be
And that's the way I want it to be
And that's the way I want it to be
And that's the way I want it to be
And that's the way I want it to be