The Death of Me Yet

Well, I hate those instigators
That take me where I should not go
You know they keep me uptight
And never say goodnight, night, night
Oh, no

Yeah, and I hate all those crusaders
That tell me that I need a cause
And when they hit me for a buck
And wish me good luck, luck, luck
Oh, man, better get away

But how I love those masqueraders
That keep me at the edge of my chair
And if they've nothing to say
You know they're better that way, yeah, yeah
All right, oh, yeah

Fearless leaders
You'll be the death
Be the death
Death of me yet

And oh-so sweeter
When I never know
Never know your regrets

So I'll keep marching
To the beat of your drum
But when it stops
You know you're over and done
Because your act
You know your act is the same
You come on laughing
With another man's name

And how I love that masquerader
That keeps me at the edge of my chair
And if I've nothing to say
You know I'm better that way, yeah, yeah
All right, okay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah