Type A

Why do you have to be that way

Type A

There’s always something more to say

Type A

You always have to get your way

Why don’t you get out

Get out of my way

The thought of chaos worries you

Only your solution will do

I see right through your power trip

One loose screw and you will slip

Static vision

Cold precision

Manic control

Hands off my soul

Who gave you the right to decide what’s right

Your false authority is dreadful and boring me

The thought of chaos worries you

Only your solution will do

I see right through your power trip

One loose screw and you will slip

Type A

Why do you have to be that way

Type A

There’s always something more to say

Type A

You always have to get your way

Why don’t you get out

Get out of my way

You always have to get your way

The thought of chaos worries you

Only your solution will do

I see right through your power trip

One loose screw and you will slip