| There was a kid named Jim
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| He always had a big old grin
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| He was the biggest bully on the block
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| He combed his hair just right
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| Always looking for a fight
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| Until the day he decided to throw that rock
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| Billy was the picked on one
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| One day he found a gun
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| In the closet of his parents' messy bedroom
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| He told his best friend Dunn
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| All about the gun
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| And said one day he’d have to kill big Jim
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| Don’t mess with Billy 'cause Billy says he’s had it
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| Since the fourth grade he’s had nothing else but sadness
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| All the kids in the neighborhood have had it
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| He’s seen their broken dreams
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| He sees what killing means to them
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| One day after school
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| Out popped Mr. Cool
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| And threw a rock straight at Billy’s head
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| Billy reached into his bag
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| Showed Jim what he had
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| Pulled the trigger and shot big Jim dead
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| Don’t mess with Billy 'cause Billy says he’s had it
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| Since the fourth grade he’s had nothing else but sadness
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| All the kids in the neighborhood have had it
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| He’s seen their broken dreams
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| He sees what killing means to them
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| When the police came to the crime sight
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| They found Billy with a grin a mile wide
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| He’d wiped that look right off of Jim’s face and put it on his
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| The next day Dunn went to the station
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| He said, «Billy man you’re the reason, that all the kids can come out and play
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| again without big Jim.» |