I don't know what I've been told
Parents love is awful cold
Instead of nurture, they just scold

I'd like to find a way to break away
I'd like to find a way to break away

Life is a stage, in which we all play
the world is a symphony of sarcastic lust
I'd like to be a part of the global game,
But I'm left behind, chokin on the dust

Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust

Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, Doo-oo

Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust
Chokin on the dust