Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in

They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things) This is family business And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings) All these fancy things I tell you that all (all the glitter) I'm waiting for Now all I know I know all these

Ah, but that green grass on the other side Is just an illusion We all have our own confusion Looking out at the people looking in Feeling good must be some kind of sin Looking in at the people looking out Feeling guilty, scared to move about Looking up

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Right, yeah Really I could give a fuck about you (straight up, straight up) As long as I'm doin' what I'm doin' 'Cause they know, 'cause they know who we are This that life that we livin' and that ain't changin' They just know that we livin' the life

I am breaking through these walls Oh between you and me I'm not giving up I'm not giving giving up So brick by brick On this love The weight of my words Are like feathers from a bird My mouth, it moves but you won't hear a thing

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me How cruel is the golden rule When the lives we lived are only golden-plated? And I knew that the