Sometimes it makes no sense at all
Like most convictions don't match the crime involved
Like the time you waste in school
She wants to drop out and rebel against the rules
And fight the establishment
A social outcast of what she represents

You're running that race
Straight to your grave
Give me anything at all

Somebody stop the president
A lack of substance for what she represents
So turn to pills and alcohol
To try to control what you can't control at all
There's no time to sit and beg
And pick apart all the things you could have said

You're running that race
Straight to your grave
Give me anything at all

You're running that race
Straight to your grave
You're running away
Straight to your grave
Give me anything at all