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Whoever bellows the loudest the victorWho ain't buckin' shots at they shadows already fallenWhen the time comes it'll be to my surpriseWe smashed the clocks and joined the flocks just to watch doves gunned down from aboveAnd you want it all, ideal wrapped in plasticFresh air comes free with itMake sure that the alkaline levels are permanentDrop us in, hold us to the flameTell us our new cities will be far cleaner than the old onesAnd you the type to move to an island of birds and treesWhen the birds are gone, you won't have enough wood to build a boat and sail homeSo when they find you, and ask you what happened, its real simple"Get rich or die trying."Now I'm back in the swing of thingsLike strange fruit in their good old days in GeorgiaLike gypsies with baseball bats that beat us to a pulp, I see it nowAnd they can say rapping won't change anything...Its not my fault words and morals hollowed outAnd if we live "we live to thread on kings", and if we die we die only lonely and forgottenIf I ever make it to heaven, I hope they have a wireless connectionWhere have I been?In the bathtub reading Harper'sThings got much worse, but I'm chilling...To cool to draw blood over life and it trivialitiesI'll watch the Earth crack open, you'll fall inRunning around in purgatory looking for batteriesSongtexteWhen the last buzzard eats the last candy bar from the last body on the San Andreas...It'll be a sad day for investorsI'm of the Earth, like methane and sulfuric acid I can't trespassUniversal like radiation and freezing in the cosmosOlder than I feel, and easy going like anvilsEasy going like anvils that crush us while dancingPity me and American cityWith high rent and neighbors that always bitch at the volumeNo one understands, and if they understand they understand too wellIts a toss up, walk free to the finish, or flog up and down the gauntletSome day I'll make a fine presidentI can tell by the way they throw stonesI can tell by the way I struggle for words, and the way the cookie crumbles before they get to eatThey say they care, but it's clear they don'tThey say there's nothing to fear, but I know betterRunning from obscurity and shoveling shitOn some heavy drugs, in some heavy bookThe sky too, heavy, like crystallized smogCutting up my lungs and wishing I was dead, but I can't die yetAll my dents are in the dustAnd I'm still punished by virtues I worked so hard to shedMy wife and my dogs is all I haveWhat you wanna take from me, my credit card debt?Let the chips fall and crash the soles of our feet Aus Songtexte Mania