I wanna know what the fuck's going on
One, two, three
All the pretty girls call my home
They say, "What you doing? Where ya going?
What ya singing? What's your song?"
I used to look and wonder
Are they angels or are they whores?
But I don't look much like that anymore
Riding in my Crown Vic
Out of school, falf-lit
Stop, search, weed, take-down
Cop's such a little bitch
Lip off the limp dick
"Hey, motherfucker, kiss the ground"
I used to look and wonder
Are they angels or are they whores?
I don't look much like that anymore
I'm gonna take the things I loved
Yeah, yeah
I'm gonna take all the things that I fucked up
Yeah, yeah
I was wrong
Children, I belong
Children, I belong...
Children, children
Children, I belong to you
Yeah yeah, you
Yeah yeah, you
Yeah yeah, you
All my pretty gay friends call my name
They say, "Where ya been? You cleaned up
You're looking good, where ya playing?"
Crosstown, downstate, Eastside Bowry
Playing for the pussy and the saps
Money undressed me
And money molests me
As the suburbs sucked the punk off of my lap
I used to look and wonder
Are they angels or are they whores?
I don't look much like that (no, no, no)
I don't look much like that (no, no, no)
I don't look much like that anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
