White Reaper Half Bad
Thought it'd be easy
Thought they didn't know
You thought it was the only way to go
Another way out
Found on the way home
Thought you were living fast
But you were living slow
And they tell you it's alright
It's for your own good
Maybe it's not half bad
Living in a teenage neighbourhood
Shorts for the summer
Long sleeves for the cold
Maybe you figured it out
Maybe you'll never know
Hey
You can't be sold
You won't grow old
It's mind control
They'll take your soul