Baby love, baby child, you´re gonna die
All your friends, all the flowers, gonna die
So, why you so shy? Why you so shutoff?
You´re running out of time
I want you to fly, I want you to pop off

Way up into the sky
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"

(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix

I forget all the time I´m gonna die
But then again, I´m divine, nobody dies

So, why am I so stressed? Why am I so depressed?
I´m running out of time
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"

(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix

My mama always said, "You gotta find yourself a mantra"

Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said
All the Dali Lamas, all the snake charmers
"You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God"
But poppa always said, "Gotta find yourself a job"
But mama said, "Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra"

(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix

(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
And to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix