~ Life was made for something, don't you think?

Back door bitches begging me to behold All their cash and cars platinum silver and gold We're like diamonds in the sky That is what we are told No mountain made of money Can buy you a soul, baby Ooh, I can see it (...) Coming down (...) It's a messed up world, what do you get? Sex and love and guns, light a cigarette Messed up world, what do you get for me? (...) Banging little boys bugging me on the bus Say they want to know who did it But the answer's really us see I don't know you, why do you want to know me? You ain't getting what you want Unless you're getting it for free And baby (...) Back to these Back door bitches begging me to behave Jamming Jesus down my throat No I don't want to be saved Ain't a chain on my brain I'm nobody's slave I got one foot in the cradle and one in the grave (...)