Oh there's a little secret, where my money goes
Beneath some new food and ten pounds of clothes
Wrapped in a dead presidents wife
Scissors and rock, paper and knife
It's pink and it's soft, roses and rain
Black and it's good life, 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 you fathered?
Don't go away, dont disappear
Don't get me wrong, 'cause I'm not from round here
And next time you hear: is paying you back
From faces of bread and nightfall or trap
Of treacherous blood or weak fits of will
The one that you save could be the one set to kill
Don't go astray, dont even try
Keep it away, cause your just can't lie
Life...Life...Life
