You’d better listen to your mamma, and listen to your dad
They always say that, but they don’t know when you’re sad
You’d better stay in school, and be a good child
But it’s hard to stay calm, and don’t run wild

You like to turn your speakers on, turn off the light
And look on everything like it is black or white
You don’t want to waste your time, see how it’s gonna be
Running out of time and begging on your knees

You used to spend your nights alone, staring at the wall
And looking around, don’t know how deep you can fall
You got a pistol in your hand, but you don’t have guts
Maybe it’s a good option, but you’re not so nuts

Stand up and go, stand up and go