Life Goes On Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Remember when the shit hit the fan 

And the man wanted to know which way you ran? 

Life goes on 

Life goes on 

Life goes on 

Life goes on 

Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn 

I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn 

Top o the morn, rise and shine 

LA swine, got no spine 

Drop that stick pig, my crew's real thick 

Drop your gun pig, and get a real dick 

I got my gat 'cause I don't trust ya 

Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya 

LA's no joke, the cops don't care 

They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair 

Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya 

Way out in wayside, watch your backside 

White and black crime is what goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on 

And on and on till the break of dawn 

And on to the next day, ay yo by the way 

Did you know about the science of creation 

About the masons, about their nation 

Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head 

To the thirty third degree, you know that's me 

Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off 

My clip, please don't trip or we's gonna flip 

The house of pain makes clouds a rains 

On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny 

Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money 

But I get mine before the show goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on 

And life goes on