hey little boy live your dream
thinking things are as they seem
you haven't got a clue
do you think anyone listens to you
big man hiding behind the word
keep on trying to make it hurt
on us your words are lost
and you are just a gost
keep yourself to yourself
i'm warning you or else
i'll send hell to your door
and leave you cold on the floor
just leave my family alone
get some balls call my phone
something 45,762
i'll be waiting to speak to you
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