Plaid - Chicago

Some will say it’s too late

So don’t change your story

There’s too much at stake to grow

Yesterday was so great

Just bask in the glory

Don’t let your feelings show

And I say, oh yeah

Like a man with condition

I wait for my heart to stop

And they say, «Stay down

Got a plan, hold that position

You can’t afford a flop»

Pack my suitcase

With my game face

Take the same place

And put away the dreams I had

Let my hair grow

Find some old clothes

Let the world know

That my glory days were plaid

I’m not asking for permission

Are you ready for me to be me?

Just pass the ammunition

This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains

For so long you told me to keep it familiar

Just play what they all would buy

I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story

But I gotta ask myself «Why?»

And I play those songs

For so many seasons

'Til I’m sure I’m losing my mind

And I say, «Oh no

Gotta have a much better reason

To leave all my dreams behind»

Others change it

Rearrange it

Stay the same thing

And become your favorite fad

With the see-through

I gotta be true

I can’t be you

Polyester comes in plaid

I’m not asking for permission

Are you ready for me to be me?

Lord, pass some ammunition

This prisoner’s about to bust free from your chains

I’m more than just excited

Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back

I’ve got to find myself out

Now everybody’s invited

To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track

Clean out of track

With the see-through

I gotta be true

I can’t be you

Polyester comes in plaid

I’m not asking for permission

Are you ready for me to be me?

Pass some ammunition

This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains

I’m more than just excited

Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back

I’ve got to find myself out

Now everyone’s invited

To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track

With the see-through

I gotta be true

I can’t be you

Polyester comes in plaid

I’m not asking for permission

Are you ready for me to be me?

Better pass some ammunition

This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains

I’m more than just excited

Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back

I’ve got to find myself out

Now everyone’s invited

To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track

I’m not asking for permission

Are you ready for me to be me?

Just pass some ammunition

This prisoner’s about to bust free from your chains

I’m more than just excited

Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back