Everything we make is to the debt collector Still outside the box though And not defective Like a windshield wiper You're on beat Then you're off again Off again Climb the mountain Thinking it's the last one Taste the fresh air Now theres 10 ahead of ya Hit the open air Haven't been out Can't say you saw me Been behind a window Sitting here it's Gonna be a Haven't seen ya In a while sorta Type of year Crossing out fear Haven't heard of that word Jumping into chapter 5 away from the heard You don't like this, well it's never heard of you Fools like to talk With their eyes shut too Climb the mountain Thinking it's the last one Taste the fresh air Now theres 10 ahead of ya Now theres 10 ahead of ya Now theres 10 ahead of ya