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
Rationalize values, it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize excess, success Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don
Don't call me white, don't call me white Don't call me white, don't call me white The connotations wearin' my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change Coupons out, cigarettes smoked down to the butt Is this what dreams are made Adding up subtracting down
My father used to say You sleep with dogs, the next day You'll wake in the night scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed in my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna
Breath ever so 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,
Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy We'll that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named Dog who pisses on my floor That
For you my heart was yearning And how I love you so It's come of you, my dick is burning It's dripping on my toe
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends for years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no
'll fuck your mom He'll smoke while huffing gas He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see ?Ah, hell he's even more punk than me? He should've been
Reeko, try and understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, the party's over It's past two o'clock, it's about time we stopped 'Cause I see
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sights on an anchor steam point All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Maneshevitz Goin' out to terrorize goyim Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin' '
Is it 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
He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan Now he
: 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
: 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
