You say your plan's to be a man.
You long to rise up from your place.

Begotten son, you buy a gun,
you'll wipe that smug look off the face of them.

An accident, not what you meant,
you fucked up son, you shot her dead.

You had no aim, it's all the same,
you'll work my boy to pay your debt to them.
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