Slap a fancy label on it
Give it a name
All those antiquated terms are crude
Boil it down til nuthin’s left and make it a game
Call me anything except a prude

Every day I spend just findin’ new ways to force it
Breakin’ past the boundaries you laid
Long ago I gave up on retracin’ my footsteps
Reckless abandon is our term for the day

CHORUS
I can’t seem to get far enough, fast enough
Fly away from you
I keep throwin’ up smoke screens, camouflage
How can you see through?
Like a hound that keeps pursuin’
Don’t you ever grow tired?
I keep trippin’, now I’m stickini’
In the much and the mire
And I fall…
But I gotta get up again…

I copped a big sensation and it’s carried me far
But even now it’s startin’ to fade
Livin’ for distraction tops a full house again
It’s a target-rich environment today

And it’s a higher art than hedonism tryin’ to stay numb
Concept of an inner life’s a bore
Deep inside I always feel this hole and this hunger
I stuff it with garbage
But it needs somethin’ more

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Work hard, play hard
Fill up the day
Do it all and fall down tired
Just remember this: you gotta crank it up louder
Worst that could happen is to turn it all down
And listen…

CHORUS

Words and Music by Chuck Brown
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