(D. Gutter)

I heard the doctors on the street

who say their prescription's great

send my condolences to the kid who springs

to buy his brand new brain

you'll be big on the streets with friends

better steal some money or you're alone again

your hopes and dreams are like a beach

where water has dried to sand

Your colors have all gone away

colors of discipline white to gray

your vision will be black someday your ambitions will be lax someday

like a dog lets rub your nose in the mess that you made

how about your kennel for a couple of days

it's yourself that you played

scratch past the scab over the wound that you made

It won't go clean, so you just let it bleed

you may have destroyed the flower

but you still have got the seed

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If I had the time to give you a piece of my mind

I'd kick you out of my life

but just the same with your fame

your friends may think you're great

your friends are the ones with the sharpest haircuts

and guns and they'll beat me up if I'm not the right punk

in the right club today

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