Right before the aftermath, I saw where it would end
They said it was an accident, I guess that all depends
on who you talk to and who you know,
and where you come from and where - where you go
In your crowd of pushers and users, takers and loosers,
beggars and beggars and beggars and choosers

Your childhood days are over as you stuff your shirt and say
made a choice it's wrong or right, it's this way I will stay
You'll sell it to your children, you'll sell it to your wife
Buying is your business, and selling is your life, It's your life
The vultures are all circling around your ????
Scavengers, evangalists will get to you some how
Your mother and your ex-best friend, letters that you never send

Your illegitamate children are coming for you now
They're always dragging you down, it's looking like a showdown,
between revenge and in the end you can't defend
Can you try to imagine, a story that has no end?
I think you better steal it while you still understand it, and sell it to one of your friends