What I'm saying here, looking at you, what do I see I'm looking straight through, so sad, when you're young To be told, you're in for a show, locked into the box, I do some favors But now that you're lost, music's lost its place, so try another flavor At music, at music, at music, at music What I'm saying here, what do I see, I think nothing, threatening me It's so sad, when you're young, to be told, you're having fun, so what Locked into the box, I do some favors But now that you're lost, music's lost its place, so try another flavor At music, at music, at music, at music So I'm locked into the box, I do some favors But now that you're lost, music's lost its place, so try another flavor At music, at music, at music, at music Don't tread on the man, he's done nothing to you There might come a day, when he's treading on you Don't tread on the man, she'll end up black and blue He cut off his head, let's come looking for you So I'm locked into the box, I do some favors But now that you're lost, music's lost its place, so try another flavor At music, at music, at music, at music So I'm locked into the box, I do some favors But now that you're lost, music's lost its place, so try another flavor At music At music