You got the cash, you're gonna sail
You got your words, or half-baked tale
You got your looks that got you here
You're dead inside, you can't steer
You rather get away then get real
You don't want a life you can't steal
You're a free radical, a free radical, a free radical
You're a free radical
Hey Hey Hey
You got your scheme, got your act
You only got your own back
You're selling tin like it was gold
You're scared to death you're alone
You say you wanna leave this fucked place
You don't want a life you can't fake