...One...
...Two...
...Three...
...Four...
...Five...
...Kids...

(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)

I don't want to spend the rest of my life
Making lots of babies for a "trophy wife";
I don't want to spend the rest of my days,
"Shaking down the people" like the council says;
I don't want to spend my time in doubt-
Listening to the words of a "shyster's" mouth;
I don't ever want to play the part-
Or go ballistic with a cold, black heart...

Don't want to be an assinine son
Don't want to be like everyone;
Don't want to be an assinine son,
Don't want no dope when the hope is gone...

I work all day while you creep at night
Your crazy "laws" says, "Wrong is right";
I'll fight this thing with my head in a spin,
Reeling like a boxer with a mouth full of gin...

Don't have to be an assinine son,
Don't need to be like everyone;
Don't have to be an assinine son
Don't need no rope when the road is long...

(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(No-oo-o-o-o-o...)

What makes you think I want to be a "prince"?
Accumulating wealth behind a stolen "fence"?
I don't even want to drive a 'Vette...
(They still haven't fixed the damn thing, yet!)

Don't want to be an assimilated son
Don't want to be like everyone;
Don't want to be an assinine son,
Give me hope when the hope is gone...

(Whoa-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(Whoa-oo-o-o-o-o...)
(Whoa-oo-o-o-o-o...)

(Reapeat to fade)