| He was a southpaw but had a killer right swing
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| An outlaw inside of the ring
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| Every now and then he’d be put against the ropes but then he’d bounce back
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| Catch a second wind and throw blows 'til noses crack
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| He smashed mouths, he saw red and blacked out
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| Received a couple pats on the back for the smack downs
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| Negative reinforcement, never did he endorse it
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| Had the business sense to wait for press conferences to talk shit
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| He wasn’t a dullard, though he’d never say much
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| Properly mothered but his father taught him how to take a punch
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| It was bare knuckle touch of tough love
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| When he got drunk enough he took his kid down to the gym and fit him up with
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| gloves
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| Tied together with a shoelace, took em apart put em on
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| Looked in the mirror, practiced his screw face
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| Said, «This is for you, Pops, for all the things we never got to do»
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| The hottest part of a flame is blue
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| The hottest part of a flame is blue
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| Now we got children thinking that they’re born to fistfight
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| Cause they’ve been promised an apocalypse, by prophets without insight
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| He coulda fooled us, in fact we’re dumbstruck
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| The school bus is looking like a dump truck
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| Stuffed in class like a landfill until it overflows
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| Babysitters can’t get the students off their mobile phones
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| A junkyard dog is eating trash in the cafeteria
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| Feeling mad at America
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| The school counselor likes to recycle psychobabble
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| The assistant to the teacher is just an old TV
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| Now they’ve all got the urge to battle
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| Cause they see a sign that says, «Like to travel? |
| R.O.T.C.»
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| I don’t think he can handle, he goes from flannel to camo
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| Cold putting all the ammo in his gun
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| He watched channel one, switched to channel two
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| Unplug completely, the hottest part of a flame is blue
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| We’re acting like an enemy is the sea, sky, and land now
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| Came across soldiers who did nothing but yell, «stand down»
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| In their spare time inside a shower stall
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| If not that, they’re at the corner store playing PowerBall
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| And when the towers fall, they get protective of this land
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| And won’t stand for anything to get resurrected
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| They’re waiting for the second coming, the Great Pumpkin
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| Deep down, they know they really wanna do is break something
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| That’s what they’re trained to do
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| And then they say to you
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| «Just cause you see the devil in my eyes don’t make it true»
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| And I say, «true enough»
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| All that fire in your eyes shows pain
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| But the flame ain’t blue enough |