No matter where you run or hide
the serum in your mind will bide
time will pass
on suburban grass
in mass
father, the ass
time will pass
anywhere you look or scream
they know what you have always been
the serum in your mind is cyanide
no matter where you run or hide
the itch is always there
thirst and hunger of the bear
pretty soon you will be all alone
a bitter old wolf without a bone
teeth rotting, hair is gray
and you feel it’s the only way
you take this life day by day
trying to rid yourself
of the debt you must pay
so they say
an honest man will get nowhere
and with the burden you must bear
you know
getting no place
is better than
dying a waste
with this mind serum.