Clock in with a grin

And a busted-up heart

Boss says "be good"

I say "watch me start"

Badge on my chest

And a fire in my shoes

I got ten bad reasons

And not one thing to lose

You want clean hands

I got ink and grit

I keep my mouth shut

Till I can't sit still

So tell me what now

When the roof caves in

Tell me what now

When the lies begin

My pulse goes loud

My teeth go tight

I'm done being polite

Fuck the clock

Break the lock

I won't bend

For your pretty little rules

Fuck the rules

Cut me loose

I'll dance through

All your perfect little moves

(Whoa-oh)

I'm not your tool

(Whoa-oh)

I'm not your fool

You drew my path

With a shaky hand

Built your little kingdom

On a paper stand

I wore the suit

Like a joke all day

Till the seams split open

And I laughed it away

Now I kick through the aisle

With a heel-to-toe rage

Every unpaid hour

Is a tear in the page

And I see you flinch

When I say my name

Like I showed up

To burn your game

So tell me what now

When the crowd all turns

Tell me what now

When the paper burns

My pulse goes loud

My teeth go tight

I'm done being polite

Fuck the clock

Break the lock

I won't bend

For your pretty little rules

Fuck the rules

Cut me loose

I'll dance through

All your perfect little moves

(Whoa-oh)

I'm not your tool

(Whoa-oh)

I'm not your fool

You can keep your gold star

Keep your little chain

Keep your dead-end sermon

Keep your plastic name

I was built for the break

Built for the snap

Built for the moment

When I don’t look back

Fuck the clock

Break the lock

I won't bend

For your pretty little rules

Fuck the rules

Cut me loose

I'll dance through

All your perfect little moves

(Whoa-oh)

Burn the script

(Whoa-oh)

Watch me move

Fuck the clock

Break the lock

I won't fold

I got nothing to prove