And where do you go With no destination, no maps to guide you Wouldn't you know That it doesn't matter, We all end up the same
And money talks in this world, that's what idiots will say But you'll find out, that this world, is just an idiots parade ... These are the chronicles Of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives, As fictional as they may seem You come in this world, And you go out just the same Today could be the best day of, Today could be the worst day of, Today could be the last day of your life It's your life, your life
I’d like to see them spend a week living life out on the street I don’t think they would survive if they could spend a day or two walking in someone else’s shoes I think they’d stumble and they’d fall they would fall... ...if money is such a problem they've got so many problems think I could solve them lifestyles of the rich and the famous we’ll take your clothes, cash, cars, and homes just stop complainin
I'm gonna get by and just do my time Out of step, while they all get in line I'm just a minor threat, so pay no mind
Do you really wanna be like them Do you really wanna be another trend Do you wanna be part of their drill 'Cause I don't ever wanna
I don't ever wanna be you Don't wanna be just like you
