To all my friends who are just like me Another cog in the big machine Another victim of the industry It just don’t mean nothing to me To all the lost who have had enough To everybody that has given up Life is tough, are you tough enough? It just don’t mean nothing to me
Got a belly full of that pesticide Yeah, ain’t it cool? We were born to die Halleluja! Chica chica ride Gonna full ya with them white lines
To all my friends who’ve had enough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up To all my friends who’ve had it rough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up We’ll pick you up
To all my friends who are just like me Another face, another nobody Lies are cheap but the truth ain’t free It just don’t mean nothing to me To all the ones who aren’t good enough To everybody that don’t measure up Life is rough, are you rough enough? It just don’t mean nothing to me
Got a belly full of that pesticide Yeah, ain’t it cool? We were born to die Halleluja! Chica chica ride Gonna full ya with them white lines
To all my friends who’ve had enough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up To all my friends who’ve had it rough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up We’ll pick you up
Smoke em if ya got em Cuz we're not to be forgotten A broke future don't mean our hearts gotta turn rotten Our backs tied to a land slide got us crawling Callin’ out to the lost and the fallen
To all my friends who’ve had enough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
To all my friends who’ve had enough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up To all my friends who’ve had it rough If you should fall, we’ll pick you up We’ll pick you upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.