Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize excess Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don't talk to
Don't call me white (x4) The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language breeds
Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog who pisses
Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say? What
The quass...
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz Goin' out to terrorize goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin'
My father used to say You sleep with dogs the next day You'll wake in the bed scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what you
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such
he'll fuck your mom, He'll smoke while huffing gas He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun It's a plan, a scam, a diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta have a little respect Subterranean
For you my heart was yearning And how I loved you so It's cause of you My dick is burning It's dripping on my tongue
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend
Breath ever soft We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone, cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone, follow
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sghts on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated
He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt, Is this what dreams are made of! Adding up subtracting
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, the party's over It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time We stopped, 'cause
And even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say