Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone,
Helicopters hovering over my home.
My baby boy is sleeping in the other room
And ooh my soul...
Born into the bullshit, baby, you and me
But it don't have to be our legacy.
There must be someplace better we can raise a family.
Oh ooh my soul...
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Baby, I'm gone, gone,
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Baby, I'm gone,
Baby, I'm gone, whoa
And the man is dropping hooks into the crowd;
His aim's to sell you heaven in a can.
And the ghost who named Los Angeles is laughing out loud:
What came from desert will soon return to sand.
Baby, I'm gone
Baby, I'm gone, gone
Ooh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
A world gets weary and times get tough;
The rich get richer and the rest get fffffffffffff...
You know I ain't no hippie
But I'm sure I've had enough.
Oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh, my soul
Heh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I'm gone, gone
Baby I'm gone, gone
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I'm gone, gone, gone
Baby I'm gone, gone, gone
Baby I'm gone, daddy, gone
I'm a-gone, gone, gone
I said gone, daddy, gone, I'm gone
Oh gone, daddy, gone
I'm a-gone, gone, gone
I said gone, daddy, gone, I'm gone
Oh gone, daddy, gone
I'm a-gone, gone, gone
I said gone, daddy, gone, I'm gone
Oh gone, daddy, gone
I'm a-gone, gone, gone
I said gone, gone, gone
Ooh
