Tried to tell my friends
But they don't understand
Bad men coming down all the time
And they grab me by the legs
Tear out all my veins
Hang me by the neck till i die
I'll have to call you later
I'll call you later
But they don't understand
Bad men coming down all the time
And they grab me by the legs
Tear out all my veins
Hang me by the neck till i die
I'll have to call you later
I'll call you later
faces in make-up, the fourteens, the little ones are eager to grow up and be what they arent yet
