Oh Well

Happiness is a tough sell Some sad bastards just love hell Like "fuck money I steal from myself" I do this for me by me in my cell Who's to blame? They blame pops Like "Thug Life fuck life til the condom pops" Babies raised by make babies That kill babies cuz their just babies Too afraid to raise their babies Some body save me It's my fault I'd rather be Jay-Z than Dick Chaney Brainy but dumbed down for slang sake Stakes is make a pie six blocks high Stuff your face and await the naked skank Happy birthday Mr.President always takes the cake It's hard to fly straight in a flock of jailbirds So Whats it worth Mr. Opiate Taylor You tell me your okay- but I know damn well Your cry wolf cry for help You tell me your okay- but I know dam well Oh well Oh well Oh well x2 So your free falling off the wagon into glue manure Thought you were the self employed entrepreneur Used to be the school nerd now your so Franklin/Seward You forgot who you were So today's the big day the day you play hang man With a vacuum cleaner chord and a ceiling fan Talk about clearing the air Go ahead kick the chair and hang ten til your clearly dead air A spinning pinata til asta man yana Cry momma all ya wanna- remember she's hearing impaired What if it doesn't do the trick Mr.Why Me? Why don't you try me? you can use an IV A super-sized high for the hybrid society It might just be the thing you've been dying to meet But I get the feeling it's a publicity stunt you've been Working on for months, well no one cares and no one's stumped You tell me your okay- but I know damn well Your cry wolf cry for help You tell me your okay- but I know dam well Oh well Oh well Oh well x2 Reach out to the people around you Before it's too late and no one's around you x4 You tell me your okay- but I know damn well Your cry wolf cry for help You tell me your okay- but I know dam well Oh well Oh well Oh well x2