Why I Stepped Off the Straight and Narrow
Whaddya do when you’ve got a plan
All laid out for your life
Be good, grow up, and be a man
And find a lovely wife
Have seven kids and raise them well
And teach them what to do
Cause if you don’t they’ll go to hell
And, guess what, so will you.
And every step along the path
Was laid out straight and clear
But something’s wrong with all their math
And filled me up with fear
When looking straight ahead I saw
A lonely broken me
Who lived the all-consuming law
And never could break free
So off I trod a step or two
From straight and narrow way
And fin’lly I could just be true
To what I wouldn’t say
And hiding under hidden strands
Of lies to let me breathe
My plans were ruined by my glands
And truth I couldn't sheathe
So lying, lying, day by day
To keep from going mad
Then he came in and helped me say
What’s making me so sad
Like rivers pushing past their banks
I wish my truth could flow
But truth is ruled by social cranks
And dammed they’ll never know.