Looking out   Push the button   Don't make the grade boy   Don't ask for nothing      Stupid people   Think it's funny   Dropping these bombs boy   Looks who keeps on running      I found a girl   Not that nothing pleases   She wants that I should be   Exactly all that she says      I make her lazy   She makes me strong   She won't believe it   Till she hears it in a song      Another night that kills   The music heals   Bring your own stereo   They smoke banana peels      You're going crazy   But you don't care   I left directions   So I guess I'll meet you there      Calendar girl   Got something for Jesus   She want to pass Him off   As subject for her thesis      He makes her crazy   She thinks He's wrong   I don't know what I think   Till I put it in a song      Entertainers   We sleep till dawn   We've got computers   We leave them on      Live in castles   The richest bums   We eat for free in town   While smoking up the lawn