Lyrics:

These days are stains on the state of play
You get stuck on a punk rock band or find cabaret
There was this great, great band
Called Biggie Smalls & The Ghetto Slams
They would play this one sad song
About the good times that went wrong
And then they would rock the party

Told me not to let nobody
Tell me what to do, so I will or
Won't do - it's cryptic and confusing
Tell me, just what's a kid to do

Johnny sold his drums, and prob'ly Jay's still dead
And Thomas met some girl and moved somewhere else instead
That leaves a one man band called ODB & The Last Stands
He plays his guitar parts with the strings strung 'cross the beating heart
Of a dying block party

Told me not to let nobody
Tell me what to do, so I will or
Won't do - it's cryptic and confusing
Tell me, just what's a kid to do

When the [?] change
As fast as days

Clouds form, [?]
The roadside signs are offering advice
Won't you take a [?]
[?] in the face that says
'Hey, I'll get to where I'm going some day!'
And eyes the colour red of a leaking ballpoint pen
Used to correct spellings, to cross out, and offer comment
'I think you might have pissed the point'