Christ for cash I'm buying for cheap
For my freedom I too would sleep on the street
We break, we bash, we hang, we lash
And every time I watch that shit, they take my ways

It's in the fast lane
And nothing's gonna change
You'll get your 15
Minutes of shame

A preaching fool, without a clue
With the seven sins, right in front of you
I cry
I weep
I have a desire
An inner burning fire

I moan, I toss
I moan, I toss
I moan, I toss
I moan, I toss

Now count the stars
Now count the sand
Now count the scares
Now what's the plan
What is it?

Now how's the car
Now how's the wife
Now how's the farm
Now that's the life
Is it?