Happiness is a tough sell
Some sad bastards just love hell
Like "fuck money I steal from myself"
I do this for me by me in my cell
Who's to blame? They blame pops
Like "Thug Life fuck life til the condom pops"
Babies raised by make babies
That kill babies cuz their just babies
Too afraid to raise their babies
Some body save me
It's my fault I'd rather be Jay-Z than Dick Chaney
Brainy but dumbed down for slang sake
Stakes is make a pie six blocks high
Stuff your face and await the naked skank
Happy birthday Mr.President always takes the cake
It's hard to fly straight in a flock of jailbirds
So Whats it worth Mr. Opiate Taylor
You tell me your okay- but I know damn well
Your cry wolf cry for help
You tell me your okay- but I know dam well
Oh well Oh well Oh well x2
So your free falling off the wagon into glue manure
Thought you were the self employed entrepreneur
Used to be the school nerd now your so Franklin/Seward
You forgot who you were
So today's the big day the day you play hang man
With a vacuum cleaner chord and a ceiling fan
Talk about clearing the air
Go ahead kick the chair and hang ten til your clearly dead air
A spinning pinata til asta man yana
Cry momma all ya wanna- remember she's hearing impaired
What if it doesn't do the trick Mr.Why Me?
Why don't you try me? you can use an IV
A super-sized high for the hybrid society
It might just be the thing you've been dying to meet
But I get the feeling it's a publicity stunt you've been
Working on for months, well no one cares and no one's stumped
You tell me your okay- but I know damn well
Your cry wolf cry for help
You tell me your okay- but I know dam well
Oh well Oh well Oh well x2
Reach out to the people around you
Before it's too late and no one's around you x4
You tell me your okay- but I know damn well
Your cry wolf cry for help
You tell me your okay- but I know dam well
Oh well Oh well Oh well x2