Lyrics:

(Drummond - Pack - Puerta - Bernstein****)Home life, seems you're gettin'Mad 'n' nothin's gettin' doneOld ties, that held you backHave got you on the runIt's do or die, it's time to flyTearin' up all the old newsPut down the trash we used to takeNow, we'll leave it for the nextFool to go, hope you know, it was almost realDon't need no one'Cause I got my ownI don't need nothin' at allNothin's gonna change the worldNo handouts from your kindOh my, it's time we found a way toTurn our heads aroundNo time, before they put our bodies undergroundAll right, okay, we're gonna payBlown-out, my brains are blisteredNo doubt, it's been two-fisted fateNow I'm border-linin' straight from this showTo some hole where we'll lay real low...Make my own worldI'm on my own and I don't need that world at allRunnin' from an angry crowdNo escape from your kindIce age, the wind is chillyAnd the sun is almost goneMad race, is growin' cold and your life's gettin' onNo time to stop, your number's upMake my own worldI'm on my own and I don't need that world at allRunnin' from an angry crowdNo escape from your kind

Ambrosia Ice Age