And it seems a little bit rich to me the way the rich only ever talk of charity,
In times like the seventies, the broken down economy meant even the upper tier was needing some help.
Whatever happened to childhood?
We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood;
They're not small, charming and harmless,
They're a violent bunch of bastard little shits.
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always being on the lookout for thieving gits.
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