Ooh

Looking out
Push the button
Don't make the grade boy
Don't ask for nothing

Stupid people
Think it's funny
Dropping these bombs boy
Looks who keeps on running

I found a girl
Not that nothing pleases
She wants that I should be
Exactly all that she says

I make her lazy
She makes me strong
She won't believe it
Till she hears it in a song

Another night that kills
The music heals
Bring your own stereo
They smoke banana peels

You're going crazy
But you don't care
I left directions
So I guess I'll meet you there

Calendar girl
Got something for Jesus
She want to pass Him off
As subject for her thesis

He makes her crazy
She thinks He's wrong
I don't know what I think
Till I put it in a song

Entertainers
We sleep till dawn
We've got computers
We leave them on

Live in castles
The richest bums
We eat for free in town
While smoking up the lawn