Are you tired of traditions? Just the same old checkpoints Every year, round? Have you ever just been wishin? That we pile em all up, And, burn, them, to, the ground? (Na, na, na, na-naa) (Ya-ha, na, na, ah-haa) Peer-pressure from the graveyard calling, Informing you that you’re not worth having around, If you don’t spend your own lifetime stalling, Falling in line to people who aren’t around to hear a sound Just cause you got the good ones that are healthy and wholesome, Doesn’t mean there aren’t ones that are worthless and yuck, Can pick and choose, you’re your own man now, Can keep the loving and throw away the muck. You’re not honoring anything but the stupidity of the past, Or the necessities they had that you no longer have, Don’t spend your life savings buying up a run down farm, Just cause your grand-dad used to hunt all those geese in a barn, It’s a nice thought, But hey, Dontcha think? Sometimes they should just stay that way? Are you tired of traditions? Just the same old checkpoints Every year, round? Have you ever just been wishin? That we pile em all up, And, burn, them, to, the ground? (Na, na, na, na-naa) (Ya-ha, na, na, ah-haa) Your whole life stuck in an endless cycle, Would it worry anyone if you just mixed it up? You'll be fine, with luck, you can start something new, And maybe you can restart the clock that stopped, Do you have to wear that tie every time? (It's tradition) Do you have to tie your firstborn up to a lightning rod? (it's tradition) Have you thought about why? (it's tradition) And have you thought how little it'd hurt if you tried something different next time??? Nostalgia, can be, sweet, But if you start to ignore the present, Maybe take those goggles off, and- Remember when I taught you this lesson- Are you tired of traditions? Just the same old checkpoints Every year, round? Have you ever just been wishin? That we pile em all up, And, burn, them, to, the ground? It’s a nice thought, But hey, Dontcha think? Sometimes they should just stay that way? Are you tired of traditions? Just the same old checkpoints Every year, round? Have you ever just been wishin? That we pile em all up, And, burn, them, to, the ground? (Na, na, na, na-naa) (Ya-ha, na, na, ah-haa)
