Hey guy what’s happenin’ to you
Friday night you find your soul
A litlle lie you tell to your mother
Now her is behind of your brain
And his father is just a fuckin’ man
Put your hands on the table
I try to cut my veins
Have the heal for your sorrow
Just one more lie for live
Don’t care about my things
‘cause I’ve had the end of the line
Bring me the blood of your veins
Don’t get time to choise histories
Mind blank for dark lights
Kick children out now
I can’t care about their lives
You know that you can’t buy your soul
His father is a motherfucker
He’s lost inside of your own
Her mama don’t have to left behind
You’re fuckin’ bad punk
Bring me the blood of your veins
Don’t get time to choise histories
Mind blank for dark lights
Kick children out now
I can’t care about their lives
Many times to ask
Sleep in a deep sleep
Forget your mama and papa
They didn’t know what you are
And if their find you
You’ll be so fuckin’ guys
Bring me this punk here
Kick children out
Kick children out
Maybe you’ll do better
Kick children out
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