Boy, you're looking old Aged before your time Living your life like a merry-go-round But someday soon you'll have to come down. Would you like to see scars? My brand new needle marks? Wearing my sins like a new tattoo, I can't imagine why I don't envy you! And now you're punishing yourself And it's a crying shame You've got a job, a house, a company car But you've still got sh** for brains! Take me to your world Show me what you feel Tell me, is it real? What are you searching for? And if you ever turn on to crack Or God forbid good smack You won't recognise yourself There'll be no turning back You don't know how lucky you are Open up your mind It's a open door