We're tired of pedaling slow
We're tired of what we know
We're tired of feeling slow
And the tyranny of phones
We're tired of the voices
Saying all you need is choice
We're tired of having to choose
We want to give up and lose
We're tired of getting dicked around
Burst open the shutters
Breath in the winter air
Make believe for a moment
Pretend that you don't care
Then dig in your nails
Make small indentations
Cling too hard
Cling too hard
We're tired of getting dicked around