They say its up to me
They say its up to you
They say a bunch of shit
When its hell they put you through
Death on TV, death on the streets
Its death you've got to pray for
If you want any peace
[Chorus:]
They cut into me,
They cut into you,
They throw it away
(Nothing you can do)
They cut into me
Oh, Ritalin's the heroin of bratty little kids
The bums on the street want more than you can give
So dance on broken glass
And drink straight from the fire
Forget what you know
Oh, shoot what gets you higher
[Chorus]
I get up and I see all the ugly things in this world
Don't think I can take it
Look at your TV, it's controlled reality
All this fucking shit, It cuts into me
