I’ve been around, you know?
Walking on pieces of glass
And I’m still bouncing through this town
That I know like the palm of my hand

I’m not lost, can’t you see?
I just don’t know which way I prefer
It’s not about where it’ll take me
But how I can get over there

I choose my steps and my moves
I just don’t wanna reproduce
And talk about things that I never knew
I don’t wanna be another fool
Advertising myself
To be accepted in another momentary group

There are a lot of fools
Waiting for this label Drive-Thru

The massification of our desire
There’s only public no more private
Only privations for a kind,
Who doesn’t want a public talking about their lives

The intrinsic need to run a show
Spectacle just show off your life
Applauses you could get, money and fame
And also my sincere lack of respect

I don’t wanna please you
I’d never take you seriously
I only think you need some restriction
To identify your convictions
And hold them with pride
And not just theorize but bring then to life

And not be just another fool
Waiting for this label Drive-Thru

And not be just another fool
And not be just another fool
Waiting for this label Drive-Thru

And not be just another fool
Waiting for this label Drive-Thru