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
