I really shouldn't be bothered By the karmic fodder The kind of manifestation Of habituation 'Cause when the going gets easy That's when I start to get queasy You got to shake and rattle To break from the cattle (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around Whoa, I'm coming around (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around I'm coming around As I walk through the places With too many faces Unwilled by the voices How did we make these choices? Was it an online offer? Or was your ex a scoffer? Do you succumb to proverbs? Or just lack the posture? (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around Whoa, I'm coming around (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around I'm coming around This voice I claim as my own Is a wavelength off the radio Radio, ohhh (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around Whoa, I'm coming around (Woo, woo-hooo!) Whoa, I'm coming around Whoa, I'm coming around