Janie always said I was a mess
  Sorry bout that mess
  I made her bleed
  I'm planting my seed
  Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm
  I knew it could make it
  I hope her parents love her
  So feelin the acid on the brain
  Still I got that frame I made
  Her bleed yeah she wants that lovin you see
  Well if you live you wanna give or get old
  And if you never knew that we get old you live it up
  You get old believe me when I say
  It's the same shit everyday
  But I got to know my place
  And if you don't it smacks you in your face
  I know I know her parents love her
  So billyed back in 1983 what did you do for me
  I made her bleed
  I'm planting my seed
  I knew we could make it
  I only knew that the bitch would break it I hope her parents love her
  So my God look at me
  If he had to go I know
  I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed
  You never knew that was what you need
  Oh my god honestly believe it or not its a disease.
    Thanks to Greg Muller (sublime8090@yahoo.com) for these lyrics