There's a little secret
Where my money goes
Beneath some used food
And ten pounds of clothes
Wrapped in a dead president's wife
Scissors and rock, paper and knife
It's pink and it's soft
Roses and rain
Black and it's good like
Pleasure and pain
It's life
And there was a guy
I used to know
He planted a seed
That he couldn't grow
Chicken or egg
Who could be bothered
Where was your head son
See what ya fathered
Don't go away
Don't disappear
And don't get me wrong
'Cause I'm not from 'round here
And next time your head
Is paying you back
For facin' a brick
Knife or attack
Of trecherous blood
Or weak fits of will
The one that you say
Could be the one set to kill
Don't go astray
Don't even try
Keep in the lane
Cause your dollars can't buy life
Laaa...
Life
Life
Life...
Life