No fun to realize the crap you're in Possessing you are the thoughts that could have been Society felt drawing lines, life free from sin Through this you can't see but once you will You know how it goes, you know how it goes This that, not this, not that, this that Set up straight On d**h rows No fun to feel down 'bout all you do Depressing you are the thoughts of nothing new Responsible you may feel, yes but to whom Through this you can't see but once you will You know how it goes, you know how it goes This that, not this, not that, this that You're placed on, you are forced and f**in' placed on Placed on your private d**h row In rivalry to society In rivalry to this liberty Yo, listen up, I'll whisper in your ear I heard the things you told me Now you feel fear coming near Get up, stand proud And lift this gloomy cloud Of bitter grief and cool contempt The turning tide's around Rivalry to whom No fun to be the black sheep of it all Oppressing you are the thoughts of changing goal But now you see through, you ignore the tempting call Of the ma**es - yes, say no You know how it goes, you know how it goes This that, not this, not that, this that You're placed on, you are forced and f**in' placed on Placed on that f**in' d**h row And by whom but yourself