The neon light shines across the hallway It's not so wild to assume you're rude, but I keep in mind, the desperation In my voice, well that's tough to lose I bite my tongue in the walk to glory It's been a while since I've felt too bruised, but What a night, what a destination No oversight to refuel my mood And I'm waiting to be called And I'm waiting to be bruised I'm waiting to be called I'm waiting Oohhh Oohhh I'll better my cause, and I'll better my tools I'm through, cut loose What's a boy to do? Oohhh Oohhh I'll better my cause, and I'll better my tools I'm through, cut loose What's a boy to do? It evens out at the midway station It doesn't always refuel my mood, but Even now with the combination to your lock it's still tough to chew And I'm waiting to be called And I'm waiting to be bruised I'm waiting to be called I'm waiting Oohhh Oohhh I'll better my cause, and I'll better my tools I'm through, cut loose What's a boy to do? Oohhh Oohhh I'll better my cause, and I'll better my tools I'm through, cut loose What's a boy to do? My cheeks still red, my mind now made I bit my tongue three thousand ways Your ship has sailed, times come and went ♪ Oohhh Oohhh I'll better my cause, and I'll better my tools I'm through, cut loose What's a boy to do?