Tell me, is there nothing at all which is holy to you?
Holy?
I met a holy man the other day
He asked about my soul, but not my life
He put a cross around my neck and said
My son, it's never too late to be forgiven
I said "You can't change that the world is mad
So you ought to sell crazy elsewhere
Here, it's fuck a friendship, give me cash
And some noncommittal sex rather than love
Children of the concrete now in the wealthy slum
Went from young to middle aged and stupid
From ignorants to having the truth on our tongues
As chance of dying young passed us by
Among supermodels with their eyes turned in
And never better than the shit they just consumed
And media horny people on microphones seem indifferent
But those rappers, they'd die for attention
'Cause they all give a fuck until they're nominated to an award
They've got nothing to celebrate, but are still busy partying
They can keep their crap, 'cause me and my friends just want to eat
As we roll up in something making you and your crew look like shit
All I know is "Make those fucking money"
All of my friends are all like "Tell me you fucked her"
The mentality is too many hoes, too little time
Too many hoes, too little time
Broken noses and BMWs
Intercourse with whoever's interested
I ought to know better than that madness
But decaying to what turns on my generation
Violence, sex, stolen cars
Do you see me now, mama, I'm not poorly educated
Violence, sex, stolen cars
I'm merely as fucked up as the rest of the country
We're drunk on love and wine
Christ, give us today our daily(, the) problem is that we misunderstand one another perfectly
Illustrated by their need to make poems
We're stuck between hell and a hard heart on the right, my sense of direction says that we're done, so count me in as an accomplice in our fall
That's life according to Liam, and fuck everything else