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Rusty Heart
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Hey Boy!
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You look like a bum
that's what you'll be
whatever you are
don't reflect upon me
I'll trash your emotions
as oft as I can
then mockingly tell you
you can't be a man
I'll give no support
in a father son vein
cars are my baby
you're just a pain
You aren't my problem
I don't have the time
don't ever hint brat
faults have been mine
I'll say to my god
I did all that I could
the kid was just refuse
hey!
can I shine your hood?
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Hey boy
kin wish you well
you want
you say
just go to hell
Hey boy
we're all your family
you need
you say
go climb a tree
Hey boy
I'm your lovin wife
you'll lead
you say
just get a life
Hey boy
we're all your buds
you win
you say
you're dead meat
stud
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Family Matters
Relations
seek your souls death
if you dare pass them by
Relations
would give more respect
to a blasted bottlefly
Relations
in the here and now
are of very little use
Relations
if you need their nod
just consider self abuse
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Americas Holy Cow
Four wheels have thou
oh Holy one
What must we give
exalted one
to gain thy keys
to hear thee run
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