You're Breathin' It

(album: Your Filthy Little Mouth - 1994)

We burnt the city down here late last night
Dante's inferno meets the Price is Right
A lot like in the movies and it smelled like victory
I barely made it through with some new shoes and a few CDs
"1-800-SEE-YA", I heard somebody cheer
Now it's about a twelve mile walk to get a goddamn beer

It makes you cry
It makes you laugh
It makes you pissed
Don't have a heartattack

Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it
Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it

I saw this TV show on toxic waste
Just when I'm getting kinda used to the taste
I don't mind some danger, so I took a little hit
And now a message 'bout the ozone layer
You're Breathing It

And it smells so bad
It'll smack ya through the window so hard
You're pissing Windex, no fooling
Picknicking hard in your moma's backyard
With a Philly's blunt and an uzi in the cooler

It makes you cry
It makes you laugh
It makes you pissed
Don't have a heartattack

Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it
Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it

Ah, ah, ah, ah

And if you think that violence
Never solved a thing, I differ
It solved some crackhead dealer
Down on 14th street much quicker
Explosions way uptown
And if you're wondering where our homeboy is 'bout now
(You're Breathing Him...)

Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it
Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it

Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it
Street life, night life
Sex life, wild life
You're breathing it, breathing it