God easily chooses who dies
I can not choose what
I need If you're not that smart
In what do you have to believe?
Show you're angry!
It means what it means to me
Sex, freedom and alcohol
Run after it now but you're afraid,
'Cos

Mama hates
Church condens
And you're listening to them
Now you give up
Cos the policy bits up
And you are so hurt
Soon you'll see
That you and me
Are living to die
We are living to die
Your mum is not a saint

What would you say about that?
I kown it's out of our reach
Just talk about our amusement
But show me you're angry?
It means what it means to me
Sex, freedom and alchool
Run after it now but you're afraid

Cos mama hates
Church condens
And you're listening to them
Now you give up
Cos the policy bits up
And you are so hurt
Soon you'll see
That you and me
Are living to die
We are living to die