What makes me joyful seems to make you sad
What tickles my fancy always makes you mad
But I ain't hurting nobody
I just don't do as you ask
But the air that's got me giddy could convince you life is pretty
Don't ask someone to create your happiness
That's toxic and dysfunctional, and you'll wind up a mess
I really must confess, it's best if you clean up your own mess
Stop sitting on the sideline watching everybody do their best
Stop running from the frontline, it's the only place to pass the test
Stop sitting on the sideline watching everybody do their best
Stop running from the frontline, it's the only place where you can pass the test
You let the mean ones get inside your head
Shake off the burden, heavy on your shoulders
Go through life without the drama
Or give it up, if that's your karma
Don't give it up, that's not your karma
Oooo! Stop sitting on the sideline watching everybody do their best
Stop running from the frontline, it's the only place to pass the test
Stop sitting on the sideline watching everybody do their best
Stop running from the frontline, it's the only place where you can pass the test
Stop sitting on the sideline
Stop running from the frontline
Stop sitting on the sideline
Stop running from the frontline
Aaaaaaaa!