Mission Drive Lyrics

Mission Drive

Maybe I should be a writer,
wroight a book and feel much brigter,
share my
thoughts with the world.
Or maybe I could be a film maker,
celluloid, more
fun than paper,
you never see the scren's corners curl.
Aah maybe then I
could be a lover,
find a girl and win her over,
and tell her that she's
the only one.
But maybe then a philanderer,
I'd sneak around and lie to
her,
and kid myself that I'm the happy one.
I'm not looking over four
leaf clover,
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over.
Maybe I should
take the mike, (mic')
stand up tall like Michael Stipe,
and try to solve
all the problems of the earth.
Or maybe then I should sit back
down,
scratch my chin and use my frown,
and try to figure out exactly
what I'm worth.
We'r estill building churches, burning books,
killing the
babies to feed the cooks.
Who said the world would turn out fair?
So I
guess I'll dig myself a hole,
ask the devil if he wants my soul,
And do
soemthing real like cut my hair.
Ooh, "maybe this" and "maybe
that",
it may be satin and it may be sack.
won't really matter much
in the end.
May be my enemy, may be my friend?
I'd drive myself around
the bend,
thanks for your time and ears to lend.