I see you쨈ve got another bad line,
You쨈re playing rhythm and it쨈s out of time
You쨈re holding tickets to your one man show
But I can tell you something you don쨈t know
Na na na, na na na na na, na na na, na na na na na
Get back, back to the track, get back, back to the trak
Na na na, na na na na na
You do what you want and you play what you want
But it쨈s shit what you do and it sucks what yu play
It쨈s professional suicude, professional suicide
Saving all you쨈ve got for a rainy day
You쨈re always baggin me behind my back
You must be making up for what you lack
I see you had a hit back in 쨈89
Too bad we all dont쨈t age as good as wine
Na na na, na na na na na, na na na, na na na na na
Get back, back to the track, get back, back to the track
Na na na, na na na na na
You do what you want and you play what you want
But it쨈s shit what you do and it sucks what you play
It쨈s professional suicude, professional suicide
Saving all you쨈ve got for rainay day
You do what you want and you play what you want
But it쨈s shit what you do and it sucks what you play
It쨈s professional suicude, professional suicide
Saving all you쨈ve got for rainy day