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