(D. Gutter)  I heard the doctors on the street  who say their prescription's great  send my condolences to the kid who springs  to buy his brand new brain  you'll be big on the streets with friends  better steal some money or you're alone again  your hopes and dreams are like a beach  where water has dried to sand  Your colors have all gone away  colors of discipline white to gray  your vision will be black someday your ambitions will be lax someday  like a dog lets rub your nose in the mess that you made  how about your kennel for a couple of days  it's yourself that you played  scratch past the scab over the wound that you made  It won't go clean, so you just let it bleed  you may have destroyed the flower  but you still have got the seed  -chorus-  If I had the time to give you a piece of my mind  I'd kick you out of my life  but just the same with your fame  your friends may think you're great  your friends are the ones with the sharpest haircuts  and guns and they'll beat me up if I'm not the right punk  in the right club today  -chorus-