Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
cause its the rich ones who make it,
cause its the rich ones who have the guts to take it.
They feel fine.
They feel fine.
Check out complainer by the bar,
Lets kick his ass and make him beg for more,
Lets line him up,
And make him scream and shout,
And show him hes got nothing to complain about.
cause I believe in the groove complacent,
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment,
Yeah, I feel fine.