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going to spend forever writing this and then off to take a nap, don't you all love me? PLEASE start commenting on these!!
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you parents who can't count to ten
with your hands tied behind your back, my friend.
No where to go, no where to begin
but the bullets whistling 'round
you and your kin.
"I swear, there's something charming in the sound" he said
your kids feel the same way,
though they know he's long dead.
But it's doubtful they even know who "he" is
to concerned with the sound of their fist,
to enticed with the phrase,
"Ignorance is bliss"
Where'd they go wrong?
What step did they skip?
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you horny old men
committing sickening sins.
Fucking young girls
wherever it's dim.
Safe in the dark, it's all right, it's all right,
'till the cops come 'round
and you run for your life,
ditch 'em in an alley way,
lose 'em 'round the block,
just keep on running,
you can't get caught
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
all you white sheet wearing,
racist men.
Burning crosses on lawns with the NRA
when you don't even listen to what they've go to say,
go on, just fuck 'em
they got in your way.
The bullets will be coming
for you soon enough
you reap what you sow
I don't care how tough your exterior
and if you see me as inferior
then by god, you'll feel ME in your interior.
I'll make you so sick as my words fly out
and when I speak, my razor will cut the roof of my mouth
and with every insult I shout,
I want another one of your tears
to drip, slowly down.
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you cheap sluts
on your knees again,
lying awake 'till morning
to leave him in bed
ignoring all the "I love you"'s
that he said.
All of the "Oh baby!"'s
you wish he'd held back
look on the bright side,
at least he ain't fat.
But what would your parents say,
a slut, and a whore.
Paid for SEX?
What are you doing this for?!
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
all you heavy metal rockers
pumping heroin.
Smoking it up
while the parents are gone,
getting hold of them needles
though you know that it's wrong.
Slamming chairs on head in back yards,
showing off to your friends
your sickening scars.
Is this cool to you?
All the pot and LSD
the Oxycontin and PCP?
Watch out my friend,
here comes the OD.
Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
none of us are perfect,
it's hard to understand.
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