Holy heck well, I'll be damned You got your soul out of a can Cuze you one lost brother With your handbook Caught dropping bombs on the other Well aint that all? You look at me and you shake your head Say "where will you be when you're dead?" You musta sold your mother to a third world Lead to a sweat shop owner with a Whip in his hand! Not trying to change your world You've been had right from the start The whole world is changing right before our eyes While I really say "will we live or die?"