well we’re born and we’re breadnand we’re taught and we’re fednall the brains in my headncan’t contain all that’s saidnso I live and I die nand I fall in the linenand I won’t tell a lienand I won’t ask why?nntill I die, till I die, till we die, you and Inwhy am I still standing in line?ntill I die, till I die, till we die, you and Inwhy am I still standing in line?nnI’m leaving tomorrownI leave you my sorrownas I fleennto a different mennit’s a pick-a-path with a penalty nfor the wrong chasenpick it fast nor for eternity you’ll have a long facengive it up lay down at the tack you’re atnbut I don’t want no motherfuckin’ life like thatn’cause they’re on my backnand they’re in my headnbut the free ride stops nwhen the daylight shedsn’cause I’m busting out andnI’m breaking free nkeep the sorrow, nI’m on to a different mennI’m leaving tomorrownI leave you my sorrownas I fleennto a different me