Mission Drive

My mission drive is to open up my eyes

And I don't care who wants to stare these days

To realize, to be brought back down to size

The wicked lies and all the shite you say

I don't care who wants to stare these days



Yeah, my mission drive is to open up my eyes

Cut the wicked lies and all the shite you say



I'm not losing my mind

No I'm not changing my lines

I'm just learning new things with the passage of time



I'm looking on the bright side

I wear it like a bruise

I've never loved Elvis

And I've never sung the Blues

I'm thinking of another man

I remind myself of him

I wear it like a hairstyle

Or a stain upon my skin

But my flesh is getting cleaner

And my hair is growing thin



Hup!



Yeah, my mission drive is to open up my eyes

Cut the wicked lies and all the shite you say

You say [x5]. Oh!



No, no, no, no

You say, you say, ay, ay, ay