| Well, I wouldn’t buy no merchandise
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| And I wouldn’t go to war
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| And I mixed with other colours
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| But the nurse doesn’t care
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| And I hide under blankets
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| Or did I run away
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| I really can’t remember
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| Last time I saw the light of day
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| But I remember Sam
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| 'Cause he was like me
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| Scream like a baby
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| Sam was a gun
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| And I never knew his last name
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| And we never had no fun
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| Well, they came down hard on the faggots
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| And they came down hard on the street
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| They came down harder on Sam
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| And they all knew he was beat
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| He was thrown into the wagon
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| Blindfolded, chains and they stomped on us
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| And took away our clothes and things
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| And pumped us full of strange drugs
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| And, oh, I saw Sam falling
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| Spitting in their eyes
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| But now I lay me down to sleep
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| And now I close my eyes
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| Now I’m learning to be a part of societ… societ… s…
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| Scream like a baby
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| Sam was a gun
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| And I never knew his last name
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| And we never had no fun
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| No athletic program
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| No discipline, no book
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| He just sat in the backseat
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| Swearing he’d seek revenge
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| But he jumped into the furnace
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| Singing old songs we loved
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| Scream like a baby
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| Sam was a gun
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| And I never knew his last name
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| And we never had no fun
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| Scream like a baby
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| Sam was a gun
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| And I never knew his last name
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| And we never had no fun |