[bad word] from nowhere
One thing remains and I swear
Nail polish cellophane hair
Bleached, blonde burned down to the brain
I [bad word] there's no shame in no fame
And still it all remains the same
And I want this game over
It's a fight to stay sober
 [bad word] 
And I got the pills for the pain the pain
(pills for the pain)
Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrian
(I'm going insane)
These crazy thoughts [bad word] round my brain
They're leading me to places decorated in flames
Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames
I'm highly decorated
Decorated in flames,
decorated in flames, decorated in flames

Who you [bad word] think you are
Crazy Town him 'em hard like our boy Bernard
Clenched fists as I pace the yeard
So many tattoos I ain't got no room for scars
Escaped them all maked a brother break the law
Skip trial and escape tomorrow
Til I end up in the courtroom
White chucks, hair spiked up
With my double fat laces on
And I want this game over
It's a fight to let this life pass by you
And try to stay sober
Till the weed and the pipe with [bad word] over
Till we fail again its pales of hen
So many tattoos the feds can't see my skin
So I think about my cell again
And my friends do you realize
what kind of [bad word] I'm in
 [bad word] 
And I got the pills for the pain the pain
(pills for the pain)
Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrian
(I'm going insane)
These crazy thoughts [bad word] round my brain
They're leading me to places decorated in flames
Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames
I'm highly decorated
Decorated in flames,
decorated in flames, decorated in flames

Tire [bad word] down my veins
Dirty black slacks with the chrome hearts chaing
Got a record so dope they got to cut it the cane
I know you konw the face do you know the name
I know you seen the stars in magazines
Got [bad word] dealers, street hookers, crooks and fiends
Me I'm hooked on Kush smoking northern green
Catching cheap thrills off the pills I fiend