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