[ Featuring the Pants ]
For some it's faith in God above that keeps them to the right
Then there's those where fire below keeps them up at night
Some want to be told what to do
Some need to do the telling-to
They're puppets dancing on a string
Pulled by mysterious things
Drives them crazy, drives them out of their minds
It ties them up and they can't get free from it
Drives them crazy, drives them out of their minds
It locks them up and it takes control of them
For some, the feel of drink or pills
For some, it's goods and cash
Then there are those darker thrills
The leather and the lash
Some of us still don't know why
We get up, work, live, and die
Like an itch that can't be scratched
It goes away but it always comes back
Drives you crazy, drives you out of your mind
It straps you up and it takes you for a ride
Drives you crazy, drives you out of your mind
It ties you up and you can't get free from it
