There's No Fucking Rules, Dude Lyrics

Forty stories high, staring down from Sears tower
Watchin' cars crawl, trucks crawl at snail's pace
It's rush hour and all the people look like ants from this high
And the buildings look like anthills from the sky
And you know that it does if only because
Watch 'em shop in supermarkets
Dating rituals at bars
Watch 'em shop in supermarkets
Dating rituals at bars
So what so what


Forget your won'ts and can'ts
Your wallflower stance
Just get down
A species so advanced
But we still just look like ants
So get down it don't hurt to dance
So shake your ass in skirts and pants
Just get down on and on up and up

Don't you know that's how it goes
From the ground starin' up
But you can't see where it ends
On the beach starin' out
But you can't see where it ends
But you know that it does
If only because you read it in books
Well of course it's futile
We've known this awhile
So who gives a fuck
Let's just throw those hands up