People fightin', dogs are bitin', judge indictin', how excitin'
Things are gettin' crazy
Air's pollutin', freaks salutin', bombs are droppin', people lootin'
Things are gettin' crazy
You know the spice of life you can't cut with a knife
So you shoot in the head instead
Don't make no sense to me
Cops are lyin', crooks are spyin', dollars dyin', no one's buyin'
Things are gettin' crazy
Skies are cloudy, kids are rowdy, Mr. Rogers still says "Howdy!"
Things are gettin' crazy
You know the spice of life is so cold you wanna die
So go ahead and take your last breath
Don't make so sense to me
Satan's runnin', King is comin', don't be late cause we be funnin'
Word is provin', Spirit's movin', hallelujah! we be groovin'
Things are gettin' crazy
You know the spice of life will make it alright
So go ahead and give it a try, now it all makes sense to me