Where was I way back when Long before life and death I'm mad as shit, I can't select The air I breathe, the luck I get And we're all evolved We talk a lot A lot I wear your mask, I don't get upset But no cigarettes, stop the press Paper's dead, I won't breathe unless Sweet success, climbs off my chest And we're all evolved We talk a lot We're all evolved We talk a lot We talk, not at all A lot Paper is dead Paper is dead Paper is dead Paper is dead Paper is dead