All the girls wanna' look so pretty,
all the boys wanna' be so cute
With the holes in their jeans,
say they wanna' learn to shoot

You don't need no judge and jury,
just vibrate to the sound of fury
You only get only get one chance for living,
you get too many times to die
Choose your medicine wisely now,
once you get up, just stay high

All the haves ignore the have-nots,
those with can't see without
Where reality is King, and you know the fault,
it can house a volcano of doubt

Everyone's always talking,
and no-one seems to be giving
Well the sowing of the seed, should compensate,
for suffering the pain of living