Little park right down the road
Mother's callin'
It's time to come home
You were spent before you were sold
Your hand's been dealt it's time for you fold
You were hip when you were back in school
Now you're grown and you're somebody's fool
Think you're someone you think you're cool
You got wrapped up in the same ol' blues
Don't preach to me what you can't teach to me
Hypocrisy in the third degree
Do unto others as they do too
Don't forget about the golden rule
One more thing you should need to know
Call my mother I'm goin' down slow
Keep it free and let it flow
Before time's up man I gotta go
You better come on down from your poison throne
You gonna end up all alone
A good friend is all in the world you got
Becoming sometin' that you're not
Talk is cheap and last I heard
You done slipped in every word
You better come back down from outer-space
Before ain't no one gonna recognize your face