Text: Stuck Lucky. Possom Soul. Babies In The River.

Looking back now on days gone by wishing for a time when you could survive with the hopes and the dreams that you formed and had see the hounds of hell how they flock and gag murder for a buck got your head in the bag say you really want this already signed your toe-tag fame is the bait direction is the trap let's all hum along while the shit flows strong got a few tapes got a few disks as long as we can listen to something more than this really jonesin' for the fill really begging for the fists gotta get away from the fucking neck twist mentors heroes and idols are dead wanna push the red button see how all of this has fled like birds to the south for the winter this is bitter this lack of innovativeness and imagination see your vanity don't mean much to me gotta thorn in my side but a great attitude blood in the stream see your babies in the river raping us all for a buck i won't let it your idols are dead your heroes are gone to the industry see we'll fight you through song bring us all up bring us all down turn this shit up and smash it all down call me worried as hell say i'm too involved think i'm worn too thin just a little closed now spending all this time being stuck in the middle money is the root and i see your evil if i'm right you're wrong this is the song we all shall sing unless your dead i'm gone