"Your Child Is Dead" lyrics


OFF WITH THEIR HEADS LYRICS

"Your Child Is Dead"

The last thing you need is more security
I think the problem has spoken for itself
You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did
Growing up as a dickhead yourself

How many times can a little kid
Be called a fag before he's
Lost his mind and tries to get back
At everyone that's done him wrong?

It's a fine line
Drawn between dark and light
I'm not saying I would
I'm just saying I understand
Being the butt of the rich kid's jokes
And to be tortured till you're insane

The last thing you need is more security
I think the problem has spoken for itself
You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did
Growing up as a dickhead yourself

How many times can a little kid
Be called a fag before he's
Lost his mind, grabs a gun
And turns it on you and then himself?

It's a fine line
Drawn between dark and light
I'm not saying I would
I'm just saying I understand
Being the butt of the rich kid's jokes
And to be tortured till you're insane

Thanks to max north for these lyrics

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