Over the hills they came from the valley. Making innuendoes about my lack of talent oh well.... They say that when I'm supposed to be singing. All I 'm really doing is yelling oh well.... To you I say ..... Break out or get out. Then they say that I can't sing. That I don't say a thing. That I make everything up...oh well. To you I say.... Break out or get out. Break out or get out. Get out of your mind. Cause it's much too small. And there's so much going on.