Look out, lookout it's all around it seems like the only 
job in town here it is in 1996, 

you'd think everybody'd be sick of this bullshit But 
we're not, we just want to 

smoke pot You can kiss my ass just give me some grass Do 
it yourself means do 

You know exactly what you 

want, so don't hide your greed behind me Just own it you 
little slacker fuck, didn't 

you hear, there's no free money It's not magic it's work, 
yeah it's cool and it's 

work And it can feel like a choice between pleasure and 
existence.