Oh there's a little secret, where my money goes Beneath some new food and ten pounds of clothes Wrapped in a dead presidents wife Scissors and rock, paper and knife It's pink and it's soft, roses and rain Black and it's good life, pleasure and pain, it's life And there was a guy, I used to know He planted a seed that he couldn't grow Chicken or egg who could be bothered? Where was your head son? See what you fathered? Don't go away, dont disappear Don't get me wrong, 'cause I'm not from round here And next time you hear: is paying you back From faces of bread and nightfall or trap Of treacherous blood or weak fits of will The one that you save could be the one set to kill Don't go astray, dont even try Keep it away, cause your just can't lie Life...Life...Life