Don't you worry. Worry no more YOur own holocaust to wallow in Exaggeration in story telling Merely a statistic in this latitude Don't you worry
These words are like bullets They go straight to my head And I grow on greed, with the mother of invention Don't you worry These words are like bullets They go straight to my head The fruits of life, gave me dysentery
These words are like bullets They go straight to my head Keep an ear to the ground Only flesh is earthbound Don't you worry no more Worry no more