Little Kids

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    Now baby get up out that water
    Cause every castle in the sand's bound to falter
    It's like the rock at Gibraltar
    Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler

    He lives like an audition, he skipped his intuition
    Living like a nerve on feelings and superstitions
    He swerves through fasts and curves through masses
    And passes a million dirty looks, he shuffles books
    His every moment is staged, he feels he's plagued with this playwright who fails to give his character some insight
    Oh, and every time he gets the cue to speak his mind at the stage-left an understudy steps on his lines
    Not a word...spoke, he goes unheard
    Is this a joke? His mellow drama is now the theater of the absurd
    It seems that off the serendipities the music comedy drama weathered and haggardly enters the amusing tragedy
    Who changes script and change the block and changes roles
    Pulls the gun from his bag and gets to cocking
    Pulls the trigger at the kids who kept him as an outsider
    And turns that shit on himself so he can finally meet his writer

    Little kid walks out in the street
    Man behind the wheel looks for the change under the seat
    Little girl belly empty she hold strong
    Woman gives up hope says it's been too long
    Peace love unity respect
    Parties over dancing with a needle in his neck
    Bright eyes Debbie dark when dad comes home
    Pretends to count sheep so that she'll be left alone
    She only digged for money once or twice
    Said he learned the true meaning of Minnesota nice
    A Springerville (?) Sea breeze fixed his head
    Mother shakes and screams tries to wake the dead.
    Little kids live on incomplete
    Little kids trick without the prospect of a peak
    Steady coming down from a law all wrong
    Little kids stay little kids cause growing up is gone.

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    She was always well dressed, well groomed, well known
    But she hid behind the canvas the second she got home
    She loved to paint, nothing in particular
    Just blues and grays, that's the way she felt throughout her days
    Her landscape was shaped by friends and hangers on
    From boys to the push-up bras they pulled on
    But she was always very wary cause popularity's scary especially when sincerity rarely comes in clearly
    To her it was all fake, mock life, mock friends
    She wanted to paint it white and start again
    She wrote letters to her little brother and mother and packed up her stuff
    And she ran like water colors.
    Now, a little change in scenery never hurt nothing but still life
    But still life's been everything but real for her, right?
    Without a crew she's like without a clue so like she don't know who she's like, know what I mean?
    She found a crew she liked, started up knew but the only thing that's left on her is the paint on her jeans
    So she'll be gone soon

    Little kid walks out in the street
    Man behind the wheel looks for the change under the seat
    Little girl belly empty she hold strong
    Woman gives up hope says it's been too long
    Peace love unity respect
    Parties over dancing with a needle in his neck
    Bright eyes Debbie dark when dad comes home
    Pretends to count sheep so that she'll be left alone
    She only digged for money once or twice
    Said he learned the true meaning of Minnesota nice
    A Springerville (?) Sea breeze fixed his head
    Mother shakes and screams tries to wake the dead.
    Little kids live on incomplete
    Little kids trick without the prospect of a peak
    Steady coming down from a law all wrong
    Little kids stay little kids cause growing up is gone.

    Now baby get up out that water
    Cause every castle in the sand's bound to falter
    It's like the rock at Gibraltar
    Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler

    Get up out that water
    Cause every castle in the sand's bound to falter
    It's like the rock at Gibraltar
    Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler

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