legs inside my brain

legs inside my brain

there's legs inside my brain
they're itching just to run
standing at the starting gate
waiting for the gun

what would people think
if the legs escaped my brain
and i started running madly
against the social grain

they'd say that i'm a criminal
chasing after someone's purse
or maybe i'm a nutcase
or maybe something worse
well i know that average people
are ready willing and able
they'll spare no hesitation
in applying me a label

the gun will never sound
not now or any day
if i'm always at the mercy
of the things that people say!