Parents, police, teachers, do we need them?
  Action, myself, attitude, I claim in mayhem
  I know you don't like me but I could care less
  You try to win, you lose, now who's the best?
  I fell nothing now
  A coma has set in this town
  My grave I've started to dig
  'cuz Quincy
  ChiPs have black balled us and big
  The masses they can't relate
  Blind as a bat
  Blind as a bat but they think they know this and that
  Why don't they just wake up, smell the roses
  Smell the roses with their nozey noses
  And when you see me walk by
  I hope that I make you cry
  Your opinions are just lies
  It's too bad we're only gonna die.