I’m to obscene to be in Playgirl Magazine
I’m no Steve McQueen, I’m no fucking James Dean
I look like shit, sure as hell not like Brad Pitt
I try to get fit, I get there bit by bit
Who do you wanna be
Where do you wanna go
I leave no guarantee
Just so you know
Of course I drink
It’s when I’m drunk I can think
Leaning over the kitchen sink
I’m the God damn missing link
I always try to think ahead
Although I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed
You try to preach to me ‘til my ears bled
Sorry I didn’t listen to a word that you said
Who do you wanna be
Where do you wanna go
I leave no guarantee
Just so you know
Who do you wanna be
Where do you wanna go
It’s my way or the highway you see
Don’t go too fucking slow
Hey Hey Hey, listen to what I say
Hey Hey Hey, it’s my life, it’s my way
Who am I to blame
It’s not my fault who I became
Never meant to live my life in shame
Failure is not my last name
I am one of few
Who still stand my point of view
While you don’t have a clue
I’m still too good for you
Who do you wanna be
Where do you wanna go
I leave no guarantee
Just so you know
Who do you wanna be
Where do you wanna go
It’s my way or the highway you see
Don’t go too fucking slow
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Lyrics submitted by Toxic Lab Rats.