Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

We're not gonna fall Take my hand and fly Will you ever be that tall Don't you be afraid Give me a reason bitch They try kicking and screaming Contation break us apart

Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Break it down and roll it up Ok, ok, ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and

People in the misery Government or work or government It makes a mockery Respect to the youths When they're in front and all dem back a me Why you don't treat them like the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good

And never let me down Only one friend to understand One friend, that never goes away People come and people go They take and they give Build you up, just to let you down That's just the way it is But all I need is One friend, to get me through the day

She's no you, oh no You give me more than I could ever want I'm satisfied with the one I've got 'Cause you're all the girl That I ever dreamed She's only a picture on a magazine They got a lot of girls Any girl walk by, don't matter She could be a

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

Career opportunities, the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock They offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you