Lyrics

You defy definition.
There ain't no one who likes that.
You're learning fast no matter what your caste
fools come in every color.

They're only doing what they're programmed to.
They watch TV and see what Mommy and Daddy do.
They're learning fast no matter what their caste
there's always a way to misbehave.

They're trying to put you in a box,
but you're a paradox.
They're trying to kill us like bufallo, hell no.

Let them keep them.
Their boxes their definitions.
Where we're going we won't need them.

Some people get caught on all the ways they're mistook.
Some people do everything by the book.
We all beat up on the weak and the different.
Some never grow out of that.

Some are nice so everyone will like them.
Some so apathetic that you'll never find them.
Some get what they want but then forget how to give.
Some never grow out of that.

It's all been done to death. We ain't learned nothing yet.
But don't you go like bufallo, hell no.

Let them keep them, their boxes, their definitions. Where we're going, we won't need them.
I've had it with that old news. You get the suffering you choose. Just remember that it's not you. It's them.

They'll have you think that you're nothing so you
will be as boring as they want you to.
A job that kills you and cable tv.
Some never grow out of that.
I've had it with that old news. You get the suffering you choose.
But don't you go like bufallo, hell no.

Chorus.

It's just the same old news. You get the suffering you choose.