Hooked
Gimme some beer,
Gimme some fear,
Reality and fame
Money from you
Money for them
Billions being made
You think you got a real deal
All you're buyin' is a fifth wheel
They gotcha by the ying yang
More dollar for the big bang
And when you have to have it
Somehow you always find away,
You'll find a way
Then it becomes a habit
You'll rob your late friend's grave
It's sex, it's drugs,
And then we all fall down
Get hooked,
On life
Or join the underground
It's oil, it's guns,
Bad guys we never see
It's war, dead sons,
Be all that you can be
Give it a spin
Maybe you'll win
Nobody's gettin paid
Lightin it up
Shootin it up
Ya really should be afraid
You're lookin' for a new chin
So they tighten up your old grin
All you wanna do is fit in
So they're gonna make you real thin
It's just enough to tease you
They nail you right between the eyes
Nail you right between the eyes
Somehow it will disease you
While you're lobotomized
It's meds, it's feds,
Don't need no PhD's
Load down, those sounds,
We love our MP3's
It's cribs, it's cars
Mercedes BNZ
It's abs, it's carbs
Stop super-sizing me!
It's sex, it's drugs,
And then we all fall down
Get hooked,
On life
Or join the underground
It's crips, it's bloods
It's pimped out S.U.V.'s
It's court, prime time
Those lawyer S.O.B.'s
It's X, It's crack
It's glass and A.D.D.
It's cool, it's wack
I'll pay you back
Your kick, you prick
You get the first one free
You're cuffed, you're hooked,
You're hooked.
Gimme some fear,
Reality and fame
Money from you
Money for them
Billions being made
You think you got a real deal
All you're buyin' is a fifth wheel
They gotcha by the ying yang
More dollar for the big bang
And when you have to have it
Somehow you always find away,
You'll find a way
Then it becomes a habit
You'll rob your late friend's grave
It's sex, it's drugs,
And then we all fall down
Get hooked,
On life
Or join the underground
It's oil, it's guns,
Bad guys we never see
It's war, dead sons,
Be all that you can be
Give it a spin
Maybe you'll win
Nobody's gettin paid
Lightin it up
Shootin it up
Ya really should be afraid
You're lookin' for a new chin
So they tighten up your old grin
All you wanna do is fit in
So they're gonna make you real thin
It's just enough to tease you
They nail you right between the eyes
Nail you right between the eyes
Somehow it will disease you
While you're lobotomized
It's meds, it's feds,
Don't need no PhD's
Load down, those sounds,
We love our MP3's
It's cribs, it's cars
Mercedes BNZ
It's abs, it's carbs
Stop super-sizing me!
It's sex, it's drugs,
And then we all fall down
Get hooked,
On life
Or join the underground
It's crips, it's bloods
It's pimped out S.U.V.'s
It's court, prime time
Those lawyer S.O.B.'s
It's X, It's crack
It's glass and A.D.D.
It's cool, it's wack
I'll pay you back
Your kick, you prick
You get the first one free
You're cuffed, you're hooked,
You're hooked.
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Peter Phillips, Robert Kimball, Mike Porcaro, Steve Lukather, David Paich
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