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