Hot summer days in New York City
What a strange way to make a living
Waste a whole day just to stack a couple pennies
Now Iâm stepping over bums and I feel no pity
Off to the bus stop standing in line
Pushing and shoving trying to take whatâs mine
Iâm gonna get yours first if I can help it
If no oneâs gonna give it to you help yourself
Iâm staring at faces feeling distrust
Donât touch me or Iâll fuck you up
Itâs a cold world when you only do for yourself
Give me more man, give me more
Theyâre always after my blood
They wanna drain every last drop from me
They wanna stomp on my heart
And tear me all apart
Until Iâm breathing no more
Theyâre trying to rob me blind
Theyâre trying to steal my sanity lately
They wanna steal my peace
They wanna steal my soul
And leave me rotting in a hole
I come home from a hard dayâs work
And itâs waiting for me in my living room
Eyes open, sit down with your hands up
This is a jack move [x2]
Be easy just give it up slow
Give it to me or Iâll give it unto you
You canât fool with the golden rule
In a crowd that donât play fair
Theyâre always after my blood
They wanna drain every last drop from me
They wanna stomp on my heart
And tear me all apart
Until Iâm breathing no more
Theyâre trying to rob me blind
Theyâre trying to steal my sanity lately
They wanna steal my peace
They wanna steal my soul
And leave me rotting in a hole
They try to trick me on the TV
They try to get me on the radio
Itâs all lies and they know it
Howâd we forget the golden rule?
Billboards on the highway
Newspapers printing fiction
Rewriting our history
Howâd we forget the golden rule?
Itâs so easy
Thereâs nothing to it
Howâd we forget the golden rule?
Itâs so simple
It makes so much sense
Howâd we forget the golden rule?