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