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and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing 

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill
Some mother's son lies in a field 
Someone has killed some mother's son today 
Head blown up by some soldier's gun 
While all the mothers stand
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
cried, Bill, Bill, Bill when are you coming back.
I cried in a stranger's arms standing there by the railroad tracks.
Oh, yes I did.

The day you left
Freedom needs a soldier
That nameless, faceless one
A young girl's lover
A baby's father
Some mother's son

Too young to know
His daddy's gone
He
friend is
When he found out what he had done
He tore his eyes out one by one
The tragic end to a loyal son who
Loved his mother

So be sweet and kind
left him to die like a ramp on the street. 

[Chorus]
He was some mother's darlin', he was some mother's son; 
Once he was fair and once he was
we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short
straight action, you don't stop for a fool
most use crime as a way to pay the bills
the un-lucky
we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short
straight action, you don't stop for a fool
most use crime as a way to pay the bills
the un-lucky
and eventually you die
Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy, homie people will connive
enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired,
Now I'll tell you in Chicago boys, I was broken man
Dirty movies, credit cards and bills past due again
And that son of mine spit in my face and then
yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.

I'm sick
That'd be all right, too

His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!

[Chorus]

And I'll be damned if
"KRS-One" 
It's elementary 
Elementary 
 
DJ Scott LaRock and I,  KRS-One 
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run 
From complex situations like
had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic
Pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short haired, yellow
pigheaded politicians

All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short haired yellow bellied
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft