Quit my day job,
The air feels electric,
Almost stumbled under the weight,
Dressed to the nines and I'm walking over,
Ready to see my best mates,
Blast my music the vibes are rocking me.

What kind of person should I be?
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Lets get it one, two, three.

Is it blue, is red,
The dream in your head,
Show me magic tricks,
Let me scratch that itch,
Will you flip the switch?
I'm spending my day,
Just dancin away,
Do you want to relate?
Do you?
I want to,
Here’s you invitation to my broad musical,
I don’t want a dress code,
Do you?
Don’t want to,
Get to the venue,
In your bodysuit,
Don’t try to confuse.

What kind of person should I be?
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Lets get it one, two, three.

Don’t stop, why don’t you let go,
Why don’t you get some,
Why don’t you
Gimme, gimme gimme gimme,
Don’t stop, why don’t you let go
Why don’t you get some
Why don’t you
Gimme, gimme gimme gimme.

Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get it one, two, three.

There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice,
To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight,
To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride,
With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide,
So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

With your fists held tight,
That they just might break,
Like the dawn that comes,
It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’.
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)

It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old,
To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show,
For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life,
Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight?
From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

Hold your fists up tight,
You know It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.