Lyrics
Baby love, baby child, you're gonna die
All your friends, all the flowers' gonna die
So why you so shy? Why you so shut off?
You're running out of time
I want you to fly, I want you to pop off
Way up into the sky
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no
To living in a basement
Fuck no
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip
Fuck no
To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
Fuck no, fuck no
Fuck no to living in the matrix
I forget all the time I'm gonna die
But then again, I'm divine, nobody dies
So why am I so stressed? Why am I so depressed?
I'm running out of time
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no
To living in a basement
Fuck no
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip
Fuck no
To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
Fuck no, fuck no
Fuck no to living in the matrix
My mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said
All the Dalai Lamas, all the snake charmers
"You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God"
But papa always said, "Gotta find yourself a job"
But mama said, "Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no
To living in a basement
Fuck no
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip
Fuck no
To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
Fuck no, fuck no
Fuck no to living in the matrix
Fuck no (baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
Fuck no (baby love, baby child)
Fucking no to my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip
Fuck no (baby love, baby child)
To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
Fuck no, fuck no (baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
