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The last thing you need is more security. I think the problem has spoken for itself. You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did, Growing up as a dickhead yourself. How many times can a little kid Be called a fag before he's Lost his mind and tries to get back at everyone that's done him wrong? It's a fine line drawn between dark and light. I'm not saying I would, I'm just saying I understand being the butt of the rich kid's jokes And to be tortured till you're insane. The last thing you need is more security. I think the problem has spoken for itself. You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did, Growing up as a dickhead yourself. How can times can a little kid Be called a fag before he's Lost his mind, grabs a gun and turns it on you and then himself? It's a fine line drawn between dark and light. I'm not saying I would, I'm just saying I understand being the butt of the rich kid's jokes, And to be tortured till you're insane.
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ryan Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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