YOU JUST MIGHT BE ABLE TO THINK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS

There, you’ve done it again

Got ideas in your head

Red gloves on your hands

And a million reasons for this rain 

Don’t stop running

Keep a grim front on your face

 ‘Cause no one cares how you look anymore

So they will never see you coming

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Wind it up and go

You just might bring it all down

With big ideas and a well-timed kick