All good children become losers

I’m easing the minds of all good children
They don’t care what I take their money for

They will just have to learn I guess
They’re easily trained potentially all losers

Give to me
If you don’t wanna be a loser
Give to me, oh oh oh gotta give to me

I got my shirts and my cb’s
Oh am I grateful
Cause if the sky falls down tonight
I’ll die with all I care

Barely cut my hand at work suddenly
All the answers all at once came to me

All the answers all at once came to me