Listen to the morning But please lend me a hand With the trash piling up for six weeks now This town really stinks Everything's so crowded now I got to get out to the sticks Start my own franchise Maybe we were living under a good sign All that time I'm sick of searching around Trying to get hooked on a feeling Up town to go around Don't get too tall In the houses and the alleys They scream and ball You can count on the police They keep a private force And if you got the money In fact you got no choice All this crap is like a melody That we use for talk It drives me insane Everytime I'm out on the sidewalk Stuck to the street like dirt In the shadow of the hornets' nest Fully prepared to get burned Sexed(?), and yet they remind me Of what happens with the plastic plan Oh, in the year to come I was stupid to take a change Don't give a fuck about image In the same town badge of funk (?) I keep a picture of the exit door And the boot (?) roll I got the rows/roles to roll (?)