Baby love, baby child, you're gonna die
All your friends, all the flowers, gonna die
So, why you so shy? Why you so shutoff?
You're running out of time
I want you to fly, I want you to pop off
Way up into the sky
Mama always said: You got to find yourself a mantra

(Fuck no) to living in the basement
(Fuck no) to my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no) to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no) fuck no to living in the matrix

I forget all the time I'm gonna die
But then again, I'm divine, nobody dies
So, why am I so stressed? Why am I so depressed?
I'm running out of time
Mama always said: You got to find yourself a mantra

(Fuck no) To living in the basement
(Fuck no) To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no) To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no) Fuck no to living in the matrix

My mama always said, you gotta find yourself a mantra
Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said
All the Dalai Lamas, all the snake charmers
You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God
But papa always said: Gotta find yourself a job
But mama said: Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra

(Fuck no) to living in the basement
(Fuck no) to my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no) to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no) fuck no to living in the matrix

(Fuck no, baby love, baby child) fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no, baby love, baby child) fuck no to my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no, baby love, baby child) and to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no, baby love, baby child) fuck no to living in the matrix