| Now all of the sons and the daughters | |
| Don't want just what comes along | |
| So give them something more | |
| Come on, ooh | |
| But me and my friends act so crazy | |
| We'll become just what comes along | |
| Yeah, it's a natural born, come on | |
| We don't need nothing more | |
| When you don't know where you're going | |
| Is it real or right on? | |
| It's not where you come from, right on | |
| It's not where you belong | |
| (Everything is so complete) | |
| Until there's more than everything | |
| (Everything is what you need) | |
| So quit now | |
| Could you even help with this one | |
| While it's tied to me? | |
| Bring on the terror and give it to me | |
| Sometimes I need a punch in the face | |
| Sometimes I need a leg in the ass | |
| But it's so hard to find these days | |
| When it's right time, wrong place | |
| And we're all out of salary based | |
| And we're all out of minimum wage | |
| We'll make it up as we go along | |
| And that ain't nothing wrong | |
| When there's nothing left to beat your fist at | |
| Is it pattern or just paranoid? | |
| Is that where you come from? Right on | |
| Is that where you belong? | |
| (Everything is so complete) | |
| Until there's more than everything | |
| (Everything is what you need) | |
| So quit now | |
| Could you even help with this one | |
| While it's tied to me? | |
| Bring on the terror and give it to me | |
| To me, ooh |