TISM: Greg, the Stop Sign!
The guy who slagged the football team? Those yobs were not for him.
He turns into a real estate agent who believes in discipline.
The guy who’s first to use cocaine, the wild boy breaking free?
He’ll end up in a court of law as the prosecuting Q.C.
Remember the School Captain? Success was a matter of time.
I can hear her now, as she screams “Greg! You missed the stop sign!”
Forget Snoop Doggy Dog, forget old Ice Tea.
The true word out on the streets is produced by the TAC.
What’s the use of striving? Life’s road in front unravels.
We get to do the driving, don’t choose the direction we travel.
Do your homework or wag for weeks, graffiti the Dandenong line.
It don’t matter much when you hear that scream “Greg! You missed the stop sign!”
Sometime in the next 10,000 years a comet’s gonna wipe out all trace of man.
I’m banking on it coming before my end of year exam.
The rich kid becomes a junkie, the poor kid an advertiser.
What a tragic waste of potential (being a junkie’s not so good either).
Your folks worked hard for what you got, you are the fruit of their vine.
Who cares what you sow and what you reap? ’cause Greg! You missed the stop sign!
Bought a car just the other day. Man! could that baby run.
But you know what they always say: there’s always a better one.
Got a tumor in my brain, it’s creeping to my lungs.
And I’ve searched around in vain, can’t find me a better one.
Hardwired into everyone’s head is the person they’re gonna be.
Growin’ up’s not a matter of choice, it’s a matter of wait & see.
So kids, yeah, you can do it! You can be your best!
Girls can do anything! You can pass the test!
I’m OK, you’re OK, we’re OK, we’re fine!
I thought I heard a semi-trailer… “Greg! You missed the stop sign!“
