Working corners, selling drugs
Picking fights won't grow up
He can't get enough
When daddy's a fucking cop
And mommy's a drunken slob
They won't ever let up
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
Daddy's daughters feeling lonely
So she speaks out oh sorely
She can't seem to smile
She's labelled as fucking senile
They know she'll be down for a while
Cause if you aren't happy
Then you're just insane
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
(Another kid dead, dundas he lies
tried to get away didn't survive
Thought he was real hard tough and fit
Working a corner when he got hit
Into his neck went a .45
Body Collapsed, red went his eyes
Now his mothers gotta bury her son
And I wouldn't wish that on anyone)
credits
from "The Split",
released February 25, 2023
Written by Mental State
Sao Paulo's Futuro return with another high-energy, perfectly rough-around-the-edges punk EP that effortlessly balances melody and speed. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2020