Life Is But a Mere Supply

I said to fall in, ball
pop the cock, off in liberty city
crazy, how the streets just turn to stone
get a gun, get a job,
get a girl that looks pretty
and I bet you know that

fun life should
fun life do
fun life wishin
and I'd love to get on
fun life hate
fun life home
who's your daddy, with the ending road

life is but a mere supply
of a few good thoughts
then you die

I like it when you run through the bones
I like it when you talk to the phones
I like it when you say what you own
I like it when you talk to my bone