Don't you worry
Worry no more
Your own holocaust to wallow in

Exaggeration in story telling
Merely a statistic in this latitude


Don't you worry
These words are like bullets
They go straight to my head

And I grow on greed, with the mother of invention

Don't you worry

These words are like bullets
They go straight to my head
The fruits of life

Gave me dysentery

These words are like bullets

They go straight to my head
Keep an ear to the ground
Only flesh is earthbound

Don't you worry no more
Worry no more