Hands up, hey
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Hands up, hey
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Hands up, hey
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Hands up, hands up, facing the wall
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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Forever in this house tons of dust
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Cockroaches, crumbs, even more
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I always walk in here with my boots on
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With dirt on the sole - yes, I can
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The faucet has been leaking for a long time
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Clogged push shit, wallpaper to hell -
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Here is a black background
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Only one book for the whole house and I carcass a bull on it
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Thin walls crumble
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But I couldn't fix the root of the problem in myself.
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And, taking out a shabby broom
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I shovel all this garbage into a scoop
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I never held a hammer
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I only know how the bolt is clogged
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That's how my dad did it, that's how I do it
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And I generally do not care, after us at least a flood,
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But I have a completely different son -
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Asking questions too often
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And he counts money bati, a mathematician
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Oh, this transitional age!
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Freedom of speech?
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March to your room! |
Sit quietly there!
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Take the neighbor out, did not bring up
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What is the result? |
The son grew up a faggot!
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Children are the flowers of life, in any way -
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They grow if you water them with shit
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You need to fuck a child, prepare for life
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Getting hematomas
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Pumps willpower or experience
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The body won't take pain anymore
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Everyone will teach you bad
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Only dad is the law for you
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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What negativity has consumed you?
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(I'll take the belt, wait)
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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What negativity has consumed you?
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(I'll take the belt, wait)
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(Hands up facing the wall)
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Break wires from the Internet -
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The surest way to educate
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So as not to cut veins, instead of anime and rap
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Clamps as standard
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While dad is on a date, hey
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While dad is under speed, hey
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My son does not go to school, I have him at home education
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Took his player and threw it in the trash
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Out of hand, teach it to taste
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He says to me: “I want to sing my music!”
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I say, "Son, are you fucked?
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Wipe your shoes, go get a beer
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The child was used repeatedly
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So fresh against the backdrop of a son
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What can be confused with an older brother
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Denying yourself is a sin
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Our life is like this
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No pocket money
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Dad ordered himself a whore
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Dad wanted to go to the pool
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Dad borrowed money from neighbors
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Neighbors also have connections
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Neighbors have kids too
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Through the ceiling I admire the stars
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Layers of plaster at the feet
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What a pity that it's too late to fix this house
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And how good it is to have a scoop in the house
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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What negativity has consumed you?
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(I'll take the belt, wait)
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Don't take anyone home
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Sit, dear, locked up
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What negativity has consumed you?
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(I'll take the belt, wait) |