Lyrics

kick the doors off the motherfucking hinges, kick the doors off
wander way too close to the edge, free to jump off
acting up in the middle of the crowd, off the hook and ringing out loud
i don't have a clue why everything i do is on the random

i'm on a mission, for a better life
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching as my hopes get higher
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching, stretching, stretching

so be it if I'm tried and convicted, an individual
why should I even care what they think? why should i?
yes i do what i do to survive, bang the drum and fire up the tribe
i don't have a clue why everything I do is, on the random

i'm on a mission, for a better life
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching as my hopes get higher
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching, stretching, stretching

growling, howling, from the radio towers
turning up until your ear drums rattle
turning it up until the rear-views buzz
and so-on and on and so forth etcetera because

i'm on a mission, for a better life
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching as my hopes get higher
i got my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds
and i'm stretching, stretching, stretching

I'm on a mission
on the totally random