Sometimes i wanna doJust like the others doDonât even wanna say my nameAnd then things will be the sameSometimes i even runBecause of things that i have doneAnd then cowardly i run back homeBack home where i belongI donât really wanna feel that wayBut to be blamed is not my styleMy reputationâs still one of the bestI wanna keep it like my wedding suit- uh, i better run- uh, i better runSometimes i wanna flySoar like an eagle highI could leave all my lies down thereEagles fly and they donât careGood morning to the chiefGive me hell and i believeLike to kill you but i give my smileCause i need you for a whileI donât really wanna be that wayBut to be blamed is not my styleMy reputationâs still one of the bestThe clear conscience of a new-born child- uh, i better run- uh, i better run