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I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) A lot of my friends are sick
Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome Buried there years before Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!"
I see you, kid, alone in your room You got the weight on your mind And you're just trying to get by Your world is just beginning And I know this
irritates So high but no chance My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face Why
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey) And I like my rhymes witty All my dimes pretty
gorgeous, here we go again. Well, here it goes, kid, No lookin' back, Stiff upper nose, kid, Let's give 'em hell, Brice, We'll cry a little later, Well,
but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. 'cause I don't want
flybys to take a couple of shots Couple of portraits then ignored 'em He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids Poor kids just 'cause
This is how it's got to be..." "To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em Got to start sweet like
walk around with their minds in a daze Never take the time to stop and give praise You're lucky to live in this world Even the starving boys and girls
and you don't want no part of that So don't even start it black Anyone riffin' I show them how I'm livin' And give them some of that treatment like my
She wakes the kids up for school, the bacon is on the stove He yells from their bedroom, honey, where'd you put my clothes The school bus runs
don't give a damn Just buy their product Cause they a by product of a marketing plan Can I just get an autograph? I'm fanatic number 2 million Sign it
(Hell) This is (Hell) This is (Hell) This is (Hell) This is Hell, incest kids under pressure In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
Back the hell off Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on All I need is a blunt and a bail bond And give these blind motherfuckers something
I been away from hell too long, I think it's time I went home Ain't got no niggas or no weapons, steppin out on my own Now I missed curfew
Chemicals up in the atmosphere Another meteor is falling near Buried in the headlines disappear I’m not the type to live in fear You dream but I know you’re
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence It goes: all men are created equal That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people With chemical
give it hell with I want to live the real life I want to live my life close to the bone Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean I want to sit
you know I gotta give More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw I make em say: Damn man, that Kid
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X) Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully What now,
by deeezzz Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
We take no prisoners, when it rains it pours Give me time, give me sweet by and by And I know we can make it through it. When they say that it's
tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be
Until both your eyes start to swell Until the crowd goes home What we gonna do y'all? Give 'em hell, turn their heads Gonna live life till we're dead.