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Devotchkas Live Fast Die Young

Boy with no name, he was only 18 Never lughed to much Hated the monarchy Yes he hated the queen Real antisocial and he acted real mean Was he in a dream

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A grey sky falls on blood-soaked land where children used to play theres no more laughter in the air-its all been blown away The bodies burn in the sun

Violence isn't an answer to problems you've got but people sure use the excuse here alot If you don't like someone or how they look show 'em your hatred

He was a young boy in school all the kids played him a fool a quiet boy, no friends at all he tried to fit but still felt small Fucked up family-nowhere

you like to mock us but don't you know you're just like the rest-you're society's clone and just like a product on a shelf you can be bought or you can

you preach with such conviction but your life mirrors contradiction daddy foots the bills as you live a life of priveleged frills buying hair dye with

I was young and so naive wearing my heart on my sleeve and so I gave it to you now left in pieces like broken jewels you just up and left me here for