Why are you cry-, why are you crying?
You are not dying, you are not dying
You are not signing your life away
Why are you whi-, why are you whining?
You're makin' me sick with all of your pining
Just take all your moaning, and shove it in your face!
When he goes to bed, he's got bombs above his head
And he hasn't been fed for three days, three days
And when he gets big, just like Superman, they said
They'll strap bombs around his chest, and he'll explode
Explode, explode
Now, now, now. Now That's something to cry about!
You sit on your behind in your apartment
You're bored out of your mind, you're full of resentment
But it's New York City, and it's 60 degrees outside!
Your boyfriend left you, it's 'cause you're a bitch!
Your friends don't like you, it's 'cause you're a snitch!
You whine all day, but you sleep good at night
When she was only six, she had her first dick
It belonged to the man she called dad, dad
And when she turned sixteen, she started working the streets
'Cause she never could believe she deserved more than that
Than that, than that
Now, now, now. Now, that's something to cry about!
The argument is that it's all relative
But you need some perspective, oh, give me a break!
Oh, life goes too fast, make the best while it lasts
If you're lucky to be free, just shut up and be happy!
Now, now, now. Now there's nothing to cry about
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