You gotta live your life,
(Dropping the bomb!)
you gotta learn to live
(dropping the bomb!)

Life can kill you, its written on you
but who is writin- strucke by lightning
pop - you gone changed, who planned it
what planet? I thought I had it, damn it
amazing craze lost in a speedchase
my mind is a blur, foxy ladies fake like the fur
words occur, reporters need more germs for terms
to sell well and excellence is just an expense
for what its worth, it makes no sense
living a lie under magnifying lens
it gets intense, so you promise yourself
not to hate it but fade it - cosit really could be devastated
re-evaluated, its a game and you play it
you can say what you will but it always will be speculated
turned around so the truths not found
instead of your story - it