| My parents got some big money problems
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| We’re all young and we’re countin' on 'em
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| I’m four years old, you think I’m bouncing on 'em?
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| I just sit back and watch, thinkin' bout em
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| Mom’s probably stronger than Pops is
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| The talk is, that the old man has lost it
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| Last week he came back from work
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| I saw him on the porch
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| With a glass of milk in his shirt
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| He was flippin' out
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| Mom probably put it there
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| Judging from how angry that she was
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| It probably should be there
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| Now both folks know that I’m standing there
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| But Mama protects me
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| Throws me behind her back
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| Why did Papa do that?
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| What’s that tellin' me?
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| Birds can’t help but sing a melody. |
| (I ain’t stupid)
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| Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy
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| Police are part of our family
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| Son and mother look out from the porch
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| See father’s head duck under the door
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| I believe in nothing
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| I believe in myself
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| I believe in nothing
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| Nothing at all
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| My papa got some big anger problems
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| I’m getting older and I’m sick about 'em
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| It’s getting harder just to live around it
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| I need to take a stand as a man, I need to be about it
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| So ring around the posies round the living room table
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| I can’t remember what we were arguing about
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| I stood up to the scariest man in the country
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| I held my head high as I left the house
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| Little boy stood in the face of a dragon
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| Left with the heart of a lion, amazing
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| It’s funny, I left the house so it could cool down
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| But the dragon stayed hot, who’s the fool now?
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| Papa and the devil, sitting in the basement
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| Young son, headed back to the household
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| Running down the block, eight firetrucks deep
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| Fell to my knees and I screamed in the front yard
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| Fireman running around like no one’s in charge
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| Sort of like when it rains, it pours
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| See the flames burst out of the door
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| I’ve learned a lifetime
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| A lifetime as a boy
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| Evil’s on the inside
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| Waiting for all
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| Got an apartment
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| I’m 20 years old
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| Finally thinking I have everything under control
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| It’s been years since I spoke to the man
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| When, he gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand
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| So just like a hyena, I take the meat
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| And then I run my ass away, you need to let me be
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| But over time a part of me knew one needed to speak
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| That’s right when the world decided that it couldn’t be
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| It’s the biggest hurdle thinking past tense
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| When a strong man takes his last breath |