| One of the dead boys, he looked like Opie
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| he looked like Opie, one of the dead boys
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| Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa and
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| Rubbed his head for luck like he always did
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| All you need is a coca-cola
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| That’s what it takes to get the job done
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| A bunch of boys sitting in the van
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| With a bag of chips and a bloody can
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| Father do you know your son
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| Father do you know his name
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| There were two now there is one
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| They told me that his name was Cain
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| Black boys in the dungeons picking out all the red ones
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| The small are getting smaller
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| Getting smaller every day
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| White boys in the dungeons picking out all the green ones
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| All they found beneath that black knit cap was a bad cliche
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| Father do you know your son
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| Father do you know his name
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| There were two now there is one
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| They told me that his name was Cain
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| All of the smart kids live in Asia
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| Lord have mercy on us, euthanasia
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| Is there a heaven for the frustrated
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| The bored to death, the emasculated
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| Father do you know your son
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| Father do you know his name
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| There were two now there is one
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| They told me that his name was Cain |