Life

Oh, 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 you 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 treacherous 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 La La Life Life Life