Look out, lookout it's all around
It seems like the only job in town
Here it is in 1996
You'd think everybody'd be sick of this bullsh*t
But we're not, we just want to smoke pot
You can kiss my ass, just give me some grass
Do it yourself means do it for me
I don't give a sh*t just get my video on MTV
You know exactly what you want, so don't hide your greed behind me
Just own it you little slacker f*ck, didn't you hear, there's no free money
It's not magic it's work, yeah it's cool and it's work
And it can feel like a choice between pleasure and existence