Walking through life with blinders on    Trying not to get too deep in the wrong    With all the peer pressure that they advertise    It's a full time chore to hold back my demise    Everybody telling me what to do    As if everybody knows    There's a fork in the road with a million prongs    And six little nines that I know are wrong       I ain't got    I ain't got nothing to say       Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three hundred times    I've tried really hard to make this rhyme    But it's constant help from the people who know    Make it tougher than it has to be    Every single day I try to get things done    I'm either stopped by the cold or burnt by the sun    There is no easy way to speak your mind    And even harder to get them to hear       I ain't got    I ain't got nothing to say       Every little piece of fantasy    Keeps me right where they want me to be    There's a code that they're all searching by    A map of places I might hide    It's dark with a couple of marker lights    All of my hunters are afraid of heights    There's a well known fact that they don't know    They're chasing a man not on the go       I ain't got    I ain't got nothing to say