Man alone hopes until death
Works 9-5
And lays wasted for the rest
Only man counts the pills popped
& Bottles dropped
Throttle's hot till the high's copped
Sick of wanting what you don't got
Can't amount to nothing
Lest you got a gun that goes 'pop'
Death is non-stop
And nothing looks better
Than the cream of the other crop
So learning how to win
Without ending up on top
Is the only hope that you've got