GBL GBD - Smith & Myers

The whole wide world wants to put me in a box

A child of divorce

Paradise lost

If I’m being honest

I was born to fly

No one believes me

Surprise, surprise

So, bring it on

Dawn to dusk in a factory

The bossman’s always got it out for me

While he drives home in a Cadillac

I walk for miles, and never look back

So get busy living

Or get busy dying

If you don’t take a stand

Then there’s no use in trying

If you don’t spread your wings

Then there’s no way of flying

So get busy living

Or get busy dying

My treasure ain’t gold

It ain’t silver or shined

This ain’t my home

I’m no slave to the grind

Wasted days I will never get back

Done chasing my tail

And following the pack

So, bring it on

So get busy living

Or get busy dying

If you don’t take a stand

Then there’s no use in trying

If you don’t spread your wings

Then there’s no way of flying

So get busy living

Or get busy dying

The whole wide world wants to put me in a box

But they’ll never turn me into someone I’m not

So, bring it on

So, bring it on

Bring it on