Discipline, hanging on by a drawing pin
Can't seem to plan anything these days without
a script
Discipline finds me in the state I'm in
I can't lose, I can't win these days
When time will drip into a great big bowl
That then gets mixed like the ingredients
of a cake
I find myself so transfixed on the time
It's going to take to bake
Discipline, I wish I could shed my skin
Find another to get in these days without
a shape
Discipline could be to me my everything
Be the bell that I will ring these days
Where life slips like a plate
Fate is just the fence I'm leaning on
Nothing to do all day
What will I do when the fence is gone
Will I get blown away someday?
Discipline could give me the very thing
That the bee gives with its sting
These days when success is shy
Discipline put my heart into a sling
Bury my head beneath your wing these days
That seem to fly temper the tounge that
wags just like a tail
That in turn will wag the dog
How far can I go from beyond the pale before
I fall from the log?
Discipline, wound up like a bedstead spring
Taking each day as it begins
These days I can't complain
Discipline, could be to me my everything
Be the bell that I will ring these days
Where life spins just like a plate
Fate is just the fence I'm leaning on
Having nothing to do all day
What will I do when the fence is gone
Will I get blown away someday?
Discipline....