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Sangtekst: D I. O.C. Life.

So you wanna be a member, wanna be a name
Wanna be a local face, wanna play the game
Dancing through a time warp in your dinosaur trends
The limits of your mind are where the county line ends

Listen to the media present it as a fact
Fall in your orders 'cause you don't know how to act
Travel on estranged 'cause you don't know your own way
They'll get you in the end then you'll pay

'Cause O.C. life is not the life for me
Stupid little girls, oppressed society
O.C. life is not the life for me

Pressure's on your backs
So you wanna be remembered
Wanna have some fame
Fighting to stay ahead a part of the game
Common authority but don't get out of line
Or they'll put you in the slammer

You'll be doing some time, 74 tattooed on my head
I find myself labeled as a victim instead
I fight all the rules, I don't see the way
I'd rather be dead then pay the price that they say

'Cause O.C. life is not the life for me
Stupid little girls and egotistic fads
O.C. life is not the life for free

Pressure's on you back
It's all a bunch of crap
Put the plastic right inside the machine