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If you hit that boy one more time defeated
Uh, oh uh, oh
If he has the chance he might just repeat it
Uh, oh uh, oh
I saw a toy that looked like a cleaver
Uh, oh uh, oh
Watch what you say you might get a beater
Too bad that I brought this out
Look at him now he cant cope with either
Uh, oh uh, oh
Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar
Uh, oh uh, oh
My old mans a saint though
Not like your own with his scapegoats, he hangs
Over me, over me, over me
Check out that girl she seems so conceited
Uh, oh uh, oh
A mother that shouts will always succeed in
Uh, oh uh, oh
Well, I hope you're coy but not too defeated
Uh, oh uh, oh
Looks like you always reflect how you're treated
Uh, oh uh, oh
Too bad that I brought this out
Look at her now she cant cope with either
Uh, oh uh, oh
Decaying like frost that melts off a heater
Uh, oh uh, oh
My true mothers a saint though
Not like your own with her chain-smoke, she hangs
Over me, over me, over me
That's right when I...needed your hand
Hope for me, hope for me, hope for me
And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard
It's an illusion, next time he'll burn forever
We fought for most of our years, bet you turn out bent and tortured
It's an illusion, next time she'll burn forever
And now I send you off like smoke, if you dissolve fast then that's your scorcher
It's an illusion, next time we'll burn forever