Krazy Glue

It seems I can't explain it all All the reasons gone And I just can't seem to shake what I've always been brought up on And well, it's hard to say and it's hard to explain That all the things I've known are feeling strange I guess I'll always have tradition to fall back on And just what the hell am I supposed to do Just accept someone else's point of view And we could ramble on and on And still not know... And what keeps rolling through my brain It keeps running like a non-stop freight train It's like krazy glue Tradition seems to stick to just like krazy glue