Black hole, paradise found   somthing so dark and something so bright   Blue skies over our head   Why the hell is everything turning out gray?         All things are not what they seem   The man behind the curtain is probably mean         Deep six keeps the population down   Broke and soaking wet, floating around   Keep your head down, keep your voice down   Ohh listen to the sound   All the races, all the faces   Just might find a winner lying on the ground         Learn to take it, meditate it   Can’t fake it now   From the cradle you’ve been labeled   About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground         Blind luck stumbling into a tree   Would’ve passed by if I could have seen   Got no cares I never felt pressed   I wonder what they’re getting for a pound of flesh?   Hunker down now throwing a shoe   Dogs new tricks Something they can’t use         Deep six keeps the population down   Broke and soaking wet, floating around   Keep your head down keep your voice down   Ohh listen to the sound   All the faces, you can't shake 'em now now   Just might find a winner lying on the ground         Learn to take it, try to shake it   All the faces, you can't shake 'em now now   From the cradle you’ve been labeled   About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground