Some kind of something.
Lose your mind and you will find,
you get some kind of answer,
watch tv or breath the air,
and you'll get some kind of cancer.
Everywhere, everything,
says you're gonna die,
so why try.
Maybe everyone should get a gun
and have some fun,
while on the run,
towards the sun,
'cause there's no real solution,
fuck the revolution,
let's smoke the constitution.
All along you said I'm wrong,
well I never said I'm right,
one day I might.
Give me a light,
I need to smoke,
I love to choke,
but only when you help.
Lose your mind and you will find,
you get some kind of madness,
watch tv and breath the air,
and you'll get some kind of sadness.
Everywhere, everything,
says your gonna live,
so please give,
what you can.