Every generation lives In the shadows of the last This one's no exception Before traditions set the rules But this is something new There are no directions
All or nothing We are stuffing Our waistlines increasing And with it IQs are dropping Keep on pushing Blame it on Cushing Sit down, take it easy you know There's no point in rushing
Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season No work to be done So chill now everyone Hey, we're suffering from indulgence syndrome Nothing but joy We have no choice
There's a theme park called the west With high fences all around So there'll be no distractions Here we do what we do best Exploiting everyone In search of perfection
All or nothing We are suffering Taking their oil and their lives And there's still no cuffing No dominion No opinion There's not a new law or decision That we're not in on
Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season We need all the gas To move that thriving ass Hey, we live in the immunity zone Time to rejoice Boys and toys
In our corner of the world Got nothing much to fear So we turn on each other Some girls have formed a plan Goes straight past equality This without deception Injustice for ten thousand years Now blaming anyone Who can get an erection [?]
All or nothing They're not bluffing
Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season Those who have none in crotch They've finally grown nuts Hey, we're standing in the enemy zone Let's head on home Y chromosomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
