It seems I can't explain it all
All the reasons gone
I just can't seem to shake
What I was brought up on

Well it hard to say
And its hard to explain
That everything i've known's been feeling strange
I guess I'll always have tradition
To fall back on

Tradition seems to stick to you
Just like Krazy Glue

Just what the hell am I supposed to do?
Am i just going to 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 just keeps running like a non-stop freight train
It's just tradition sticks to you
Just like, just like Krazy, Krazy Glue

Tradition seems to stick to you
Just like Krazy Glue