From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry,. people are kicking authority, blacking its eye.. It's sure time to party when your freedom comes,.
Was it you who took the money,. to the land of milk and honey ?. Your past is catching up on you,. put it on a conveyor belt.. The chips are down, the cards are dealt,.
Out of the frying pan, into the microwave.. I need my fill, gotta satisfy my craves.. . I missed out again, 'cus I ain't had enough,. When the tough go shoppin', the shoppin' gets tough..