Mama's in the kitchen making funky bread papa's in the living room the newspaper already read baby's lying in his bedpan done pissed down on his legs and I'm still wondering if this world is already dead
brother's down in the pool-room shooting a game of pool sister's on the street corner trying to be so cool the dog is out in the frontyard playing with the ball I'm not try to hurt you I'm only trying to school you all
the world is full of pollution and there is one thing I don't agree can't you see its just a patch of lies build around philosophy little children taking pills or smoke a joint or two this world becomes a mess cause mister police's doing it too