[Intro] In their world of bullet points, I do not belong They say, “Follow the rules, word after word” But my heart’s a rebel singing its own song Painting wild colors they’ve never heard [Verse 1] Mom said, “Straighten your curls, straighten your path,” Dad said, “Marry a spreadsheet, just do the math.” My boss clocks my hours as if carving my name But I’m coloring wild outside of their frame [Pre-Chorus] Inside I am crying, outside I grin They taught me obedience is best Yet something’s been stirring, the fight starts within A riot they can’t suppress inside of my chest [Chorus] To the suits with their rulers, their “Fix your vibe,” Here’s my resume: “Professional Jester of Life.” I’ll stumble, I’ll fumble, I’ll spill my red wine, And toast to the chaos they’re too scared to find. To the suits with their rulers, their “Fix your vibe,” Here’s my resume: “Professional Jester of Life.” I’ll stumble, I’ll fumble, I’ll spill my red wine, And toast to the chaos they’re too scared to find. [Verse 2] They drew me a plan on neat, blank white page Told me to fit in and strictly obey My friends stand in order, performing, engaged But I’m dancing on rooftops far far away I’m painting murals where their rules once sat, A middle finger masterpiece in pink, purple and splat. [Bridge] I’m done with their hush-ups, with "yes, sir" and "good girl" Refusing the part they assigned I rip through their pages and watch them unfurl Finding the colors they’d always confined [Verse 3] Now even when I trip, I’m skipping in style, Mismatched socks and a runaway smile. Call it chaos or art; every mess has its truth, I'm singing my story through my crooked tooth Windswept hair tangled with dreams I embrace, I’m done hiding cracks; they’re part of my grace. [Chorus] To the suits with their rulers, their “Fix your vibe,” Here’s my resume: “Professional Jester of Life.” I’ll stumble, I’ll fumble, I’ll spill my red wine, And toast to the chaos they’re too scared to find. To the suits with their rulers, their “Fix your vibe,” Here’s my resume: “Professional Jester of Life.” I’ll stumble, I’ll fumble, I’ll knock down their walls, And sing for the outcasts who don't fit their halls. [Outro] Better lock up your trophies, your glassy routines, I'm ten stories high with a bucket of dreams. One wild breath, one rebel attack Pink, purple, and... splat
