Life

[Verse 1: Marc Anthony Thompson]
Oh there's a little secret, where my money goes
Beneath some used food and ten pounds of clothes
Wrapped in a dead presidents wife
Scissors and rock, paper and knife
It's pink and it's soft, roses and rain
Black and it's good like; pleasure and pain, it's life

[Violin Solo]

[Verse 2: Marc Anthony Thompson]
And there was a guy, I used to know
He planted a seed that he couldn't grow
Chicken or egg, who could be bothered?
Where was your head son? See what you fathered?
Don't go away, don't disappear
And don't get me wrong, 'cause I'm not from 'round here

[Trumpet Solo]

[Verse 3: Marc Anthony Thompson]
And next time your head is paying you back
From facing a brave nightfall attack
Of treacherous blood or weak fits of will
The one that you save could be the one set to kill
Don't go astray, don't even try
Keep it away, 'cause your dollars can't buy
Life...Life...Life