| Don’t let them tell you that your shit isn’t brown
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| Listen to them long enough and you’ll begin to drown
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| And all the plastic-eyed 30-somethings trip to the mall
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| Disposing of their incomes buying chunks of the wall
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| You got to ask yourself the question is my shit not red
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| Am I dying on the inside taking shots to the head?
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| They’re going to get you, they’ll get you. |
| Its' already done
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| Chalk it up to all the time you wasted having fun
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| Youth
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| The youth knows the truth
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| They’re chomping at the bit until they wag a loose tooth
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| Youth
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| The youth is not a lie
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| If you never caught a rabbit then you ain’t no friend of mine
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| She asked her mamma, «Can I go run around?»
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| Her mamma said, «Sit right there and honey don’t make a sound»
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| You’ve got to push that, and bake it, mock it with a t *
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| And put it in the oven for baby and me
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| You’ve got to ask yourself the question am I shit out of luck
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| Am I a have or a have not and baby who gives a fuck?
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| You’ve got to deep* that on now from the pain you feel inside
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| A hundred million dollars when your soul up and dies
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| Youth
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| The youth knows the truth
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| But you bloody up their faces screaming words of untruth
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| The youth
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| The youth is not a line
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| If you never caught a rabbit then you ain’t no friend of mine
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| Somewhere a bird is throwing caution to the wind
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| Flying to the sun which melts both feathers and skin
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| I’ve got my kidneys, my weak heart, the wheeze in my lungs
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| All the earthlings could play kickball with my liver and my gums
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| You’ve got to ask yourself the question and repeat it everyday
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| Say what’s happenin over there to me on the hill…**
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| Tear it up for the sister
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| Rip it up for the child
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| The youth
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| The youth knows the truth
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| But you put us all in prison though you got no proof
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| The youth
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| The youth is not a crime
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| If you never caught a rabbit then you ain’t no friend of mine |