See in my country the suicide rate's high as a junkie
And it's funny cause we're the ones who invented the bungie
Now we think that we're so hard we even jump without the rope
Or tie around our throat like a
True kiwi bloke, it ain't a joke
We living in this macho, can't show, nobody our heart's broke world
Where there are no
Humans only machines up in their bars talking their barcodes
Hard bro (hard bro)
But we know that we aren't though
We mumble a bunch of bullshit
Sports scores and weather talk and
If we say that it's cold that's a metaphor
Because as men we're never taught to express ourselves
Or better yet accept ourselves
So we stressing out trying to be anybody except ourselves
Mess around trying to hide what we're depressed about
Got to take an x amount of ecstasy to let it out
We're dead men trying to pretend that we all hard as bedrock
While we watch two half naked dudes stuck in a leg lock
As ten dogs compete for one bitch on E
Like a cock-fight to prove who's got the biggest beak
Shit is bleak no humanity
Only who's the manity
Is this reality or a parody
Need some money, or
That's what I'm told, so I'm
Selling my soul, while I'm
Telling my olds
I'm going to be somebody, but I
Probably won't, and all
I really know, for sure
Is that I don't, so I
Follow everyone around town like a mouse
Trying to be like everybody else but myself
Crashed out on the couch
Assed out on the alcs
Just like (just like)
Listen to us
'Cause this ain't no fucking joke, we fucking broke,
far from cutting coke, all we got is luck and hope,
dreams going up in smoke, one day, some way,
yeah that's what we used to say, now we black out, sniffin' white
sold the future's grey, the youth that we threw away
ain't ever coming back, our criminal record
haunting us forever like a tab.
Where I come from, minimum wage is what we run on,
no wonder why we spendin' our pay getting drunk off some cheap shit,
standing in line, for some free shit to eat with,
resorting to crime for some Weetbix, the same old story
that you heard a million times before, I bet a party doesn't even cross
your mind no more, fucking Prime Minister ain't even got the time to talk,
cuttin' off the dole, tryna justify why we're poor,
acting like we're happy working underneath your iron claw,
when you don't even need to give a reason we've been fired for.
Trying to fight the law is like, tryna fight a fireball, ask my old man,
they locked him up just for trying to score.
Fuck working in a factory 'til you're 94, course we resort to crime
when all you get from crime is court
And that's some fucked up system where justice is just some juxtaposition
between the police and the judge's decision
and even if you scream,
who the fuck is gonna listen to us?
Do we learn math to add the dead sum?
Subtract the weak ones, count cash for great ones?
Shall we multiply or divide the nation.
Break down like fractions, send our sons away to die
Do we learn science in defiance of faith?
To make alliance with fakes for an appliance's sake?
We ask for the real but make artificial intelligence
To make smarter kills of others' presidents
Why do we learn history? To fix stories for the guilty
Make angels look filthy and the devils look milky
If the victor writes the books then what have we won?
Are we battleships of authorship, a rich man's gun?
Do we learn to read to receive the lies
To deceive the eyes from seeing between the lines?
We use words to bring forth sticks and stones?
To sing songs of hate that fill the streets with bones?
Is our day job more than self-slavery?
When we're locked watching the clock impatiently
We sweat for the dollar bills, the checks and the credit cards
But the dollar kills, breaks the necks of our inner hearts
If the police are role models for the righteous,
Why does justice depend on guns and nightsticks?
Mr. Officer don't punish me with brutality!
The streets got me singing Marvin Gaye off-key
Why do we need church to get to Heaven's gate?
Can holy water quench the thirst of those whose fates
Started in the wrong place with the wrong face?
Can the poor and the hungry survive solely on grace?
All causes and all effects
No college shit necessary to acknowledge it
Some call it love and some call it sex
Call it what you want but with one touch and you're gone
So call in sick
From whispered hushes
And distant crushes
Mental fits breakin' pencil tips and inkin' brushes
God makes man and
This is the devil's
From dukes to duchesses and kings to queens
From dust to dust this is the sinful theme
The scene for crack fiends
And gun-packin' teens
High on vaccines magazines and saccharine
Bourbon & Coke
Cause the good die, young gifted and broke