Oh no, how could this happen to
Such an amazing young boy
I had my whole life ahead of me
Oh God, how could you have let this
Happen to such a lovely young child
I was their only son and I tried,
Tried, tried
Come on,
Come on get out of the way
Get out of the way man
You’re going to have to let go of his arm
You have to let go sir
We’ve got about two minutes here
We’ve got about two minutes and we’re going to lose him
Yeah, you, you miserable father
The one who ignored me for half of my life
Now I, I can’t even look at you
Why? Why? Why?
Don’t abandon me now
I don’t want to die!
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No, you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
What could I have done differently
You never said there was anything wrong
Now the drugs, they give me encouragement
Why? Why? Why?
Oh God, tell me I’ll make it
I’ll give you my blood if that’s all you need
Just don’t tell me that I’m gonna die,
Die, die!
Don’t abandon me now
I don’t want to die
Alone…
You can lead him to the ambulance
But you cannot make him live
No you cannot make me live!
You can lead him to the ambulance
Why can’t we celebrate? Lead me home!
But you cannot make him live
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
Look at me, look at me
Hands in the air like it’s good to be
Alive and I’m a famous rapper
Even when the paths are all crookedly
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to “De Colores”
And “I’m Proud To Be An American”
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want, cause look
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome, no metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone, on the telephone
Look at me, look at me
Just called to say that it’s good to be
Alive in such a small world
I’m all curled up with a book to read
I can make money, open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine
Sixty four miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers, shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the system
I can do anything with no resistance
Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone, with a microphone
And I can split the atom of a molecule
Of a molecule, of a molecule
Look at me, look at me
Driving and I won’t stop
And it feels so good to be alive and on top
My reach is global, my tower secure
My cause is noble, my power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let ’em all die in exasperation
Have ’em all healed of their lacerations
Have ’em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don’t like ’em
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
Because I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite, by satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope, through a telescope
And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust
In a holocaust!
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
Songwriters: Andrew Guerrero / Jamie Laurie / Jesse Walker / Kenneth Ortiz / Mackenzie Roberts / Stephen Brackett
There’s no money, there’s no possessions
Only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words
Comin’ from within, man, tell ’em what you heard
It’s about a revolution in your heart and in your mind
You can’t find the conclusion,
Life-style and obsession
Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lesson
And your pocket-book stressin’
You’re a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate
For that shit you don’t need
It’s too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and see, stop thinking about yourself
Start thinking about
There’s no money, there’s no possession
Only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my possession
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
‘Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul
Flip it inside out, it’s a big black hole
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid
Possessions ? they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lesson
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion
There’s no money, there’s no possession
Only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my possession
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
Money, possession, obsession
Present yourself, press your clothes
Comb your hair and clock-in
You just can’t win
Just can’t win
The things you own, own you now
Take my money, take my possession
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
Fuck your money, fuck your possession
Fuck your obsession, I don’t need that shit
Money, possession, obsession,
I don’t need that shit
Songwriters: David Buckner / Jacoby Shaddix / Jerry Horton / Jerry Allan Horton / Tobin Esperance