 Oh, I'm over in my space Swatting bugs, sweat stains Rolling down my face I'm trying not to drink Knowing I've got to roll out of this place Watch people pick up bricks Hang of the hill with his nightstick Caught up in a count of tricks No avalanche of the poor hicks Got some candy, take a lick Rain, white holes, shooting bricks Don't let us all share the wealth Oh, the wealth