Lyrics

I got no chip on my shoulder but a hole in my tooth And while the years get old I get a hold of the truth Bolder than youth wildin' out on the fumes of a spray can Enemies and friends become one and the same Emancipate yourself sucker, selecting the short straw Collect a lot of product if that's what you're here for Supporting the war lords, ignoring the force You're fucking asking for trouble and you're gonna get more While the hole gets bigger, my clothes ill fitter I can make a man crumble and cry with just a whisper Mumbling obscenities let 'em be fuck 'em Feeling the serenity etceterie and sucking on the titties Sicker than the city, I'm living in the valley On Brunswick Street with my fridge and my telly Scumbags and all mental patients Party in my house now where's my fucking pay checks Fuck the matrix, we put it on tape decks Plugging in the mic and get back to the basics Laced when I chase these space cadets Out my yard with a rake, I thought you were my mate Another chapter and happier times filled the room And there was beautiful girls and I was feeling the groove But now I'm ready to move on, direct me to the future Pacifism, serendipity and love for the culture What I told you may be truth or it may be a lie And when we come together baby maybe you'll find out why City life, city lights line the sky and I'm high Shitty drugs and cigarettes and pretty girls acting shy But soul fire must ignite from the freedom within Without a doubt I'm thinking bout getting down to begin So fuck sin and fuck karma, disarm me with a harmony Flying through the galaxy with a melody that's calming me Down, some of my friends come around To shout a little something something and we're out for the count About what, chemistically we're losing the plot You need to stop and think about the blessings you got