Too much information, maybe, discipline
So much aggravation, baby, it's a drag
Too much hesitation, maybe, I'm feeling low
Without complications, baby, without woe, yeah
I got concentration, baby, in my eye

It's a fetid nation, maybe, it's a drag

An abomination, maybe, but I won't cry

Without complication, baby, without woe, yeah



Let's have compensation, baby, for your crimes

Evil men still living but they are fine

It's an evil nation, baby, death and dying

Looking out the window, baby, it's on fire, yeah



It's an easy living, baby, when you're dying

On an empty stomach, maybe, but feeling fine

Holler when you're yonder, baby, what's it like?

Often we do wonder, baby, about the afterlife, yeah