i won't crap out
Singer:pop, iggy
it's a nerve-wreck placeto be
you gotta scrape the concrete off your dick
but we're gonna live so happily
the sun will shine and give us a hug
the world will sing like a happy bug
if you want to stir up real mud
you had better pay with real blood
but the birds will sing a sweet melody
in a couple of green indifferent trees
and you're gonna know how fine you are
gonna write your name on a violet star
we'll have a window and we'll have a door
and a reason to be living for
and the material singers will fade into dust
like forgotten merchants of disgust