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Hi, what's wrong?
I don't know. I'm feeling sick to the stomach, but anyway....
They gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies in the books,
To make a citizen outta you.
Because they sleep with a gun,
And keep an eye on you son,
So they can watch all the things you do.
Because the drugs never work,
They gonna give you a smirk,
'Cause they got methods of keepin' you clean.
They gonna rip off your head,
Your aspirations to shreds,
Another cog in the murder machine!
They.
Say.
All.
Teenagers scare the livin [censored] outta me!
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed!
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose!
Maybe they'll leave you alone but not me!
The.
Boys.
And.
Girls in the clique,
The awful names that they stick,
You're never gonna fit in much kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,
What you've got under your shirt,
Will make em pay for the things that they did!