| Fuck life! | 
| My tongue is twisted from talkin' | 
| My feet are blistered from walkin’alone | 
| My head is burstin’with thoughts | 
| And every bruise looks so familiar | 
| This city’s buzzin’with bastards | 
| Cancer tans and platic disasters | 
| Wannabees and users and makers | 
| Impotents and shake city fakers | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| And don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| My system’s sick with poison | 
| Hearts bitter joys are jumpin' | 
| Far away from better days | 
| And every beat feels so familiar | 
| My arms are fed up reaching | 
| My voice is through of breakin' | 
| Myself, I’m sick of reason | 
| Every bruise feels so familiar | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| Don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| And don’t include me in your straight life | 
| So don’t tell me, everything’s alright | 
| In your straight life | 
| Straight life, in your straight life, in your straight life, | 
| in your straight life, in your straight life, | 
| in your straight life, in your straight life, | 
| in your straight life, in your straight life |