In a world full of hatred and betrayal,

You don't really know who's your savior.

Would you survive and make it through,

Or would you die like the rest of the crew?

Like the farmer who prays it would rain,

Would you continue or die in vain?

When your innocence is gone and you think there's no point,

No, you just sit there and roll up a joint.

They just keep, keep talking away,

And it doesn't really matter to you either way,

What they say means nothing anymore,

But then again it really does hurt you to the core.

In time you get used to it, careless and numb,

You say, "Who cares, let me have some fun,

It's none of your effing business, why're you judging,

Trying to bring me down, well it ain't working.

Ya'll are big mouths -- can't change that,

But yap in my direction and I'll aim back."

Yeah yeah, we all know, sure life sucks

Sometimes it's calm and other times a circus

One way or another we're all gonna die

So sit down, shut up, and have some pie.