See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

Get a hold of yourself Get a hold of yourself, now boy Get a hold of yourself, now As I sit and wait for some answers The questions go round like a Kamikaze pilot Enlightenment's just a romancer I wish it were here burning brightly though the skylight If

We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends Besides, we've got such good fashion sense We're only good for the latest trend It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless The ribbon on my wrist says, "do not open before Christmas"

Shine down, don't take it away from me, no And I know you know how, yeah It's taken forever to get me off the ground Oh, shine down But I still believe in immortal love Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it So tired sleeping through the day

And just like dust we settle in this town Brothers hooked on Mary Jane We get bored so we get married And it ain't slowin' down, this merry go 'round Mary Mary quite contrary If you ain't got two kids by 21, You're probably gonna die alone At least

Put our heads together and think on it Maybe later on we can sleep on it But for right now Girl we just need to drink on it Hey girl, hey where ya goin' Come back and sit back down You look too good to be heading home so early now You say you gotta work

I want to get with you And your sister I think her name's Debra That I just got to get with I met you at JC Penney I think your name tag said "Jenny" I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum Somehow I knew you were lookin' for some Like a fruit that's

Hey maestro expresso She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she comes out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells just like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to