Tradition

With a pair of clogged nostrils Swaying in a rhythm out of time So I can be found hanging by the wall A glassy-eyed bystander Oh you should see These marvels passing me There is no end to innovation Bells and whistles everywhere Impractical dresses Throng the floor That's tradition One I fully understand It dulls my senses Raises my barriers Takes these shackles off of me The daily grind The trifling pleasures Just celebrate Drooling and barely awake Someone bumps into me Brings me back to earth Covers me in kisses Showers me with praise Very charming But please keep it to yourself And if you're in trouble And don't know where to turn Join us in this throbbing hole Join us Soothe your nerves! Better keep it to yourself HUSH! That's tradition One I truly understand It dulls my senses Raises my barriers Tradition Shyness doesn't exist It's blissfully forgotten It couldn't survive here Tradition It alters everything It offers new perspective Temporary confidence Takes these shackles off of me The daily grind The trifling pleasures Just celebrate Drooling and barely awake