Sometimes I think of what I could have been, and then I kick myself, knowing
that I`ve ended up just like him.
And there`s other times it doesn`t seem so bad, we always used to say, "With
him dead they`ll be no one in our way."
Remember the time he caught us in your room?
Your hands were down my underwear, and you`re tig ol` bitties glistening in the
air.
With a zip of my pants, headed for the door, and with a swing of his fist you
will lay down on the floor and...
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Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
Waitin` on the way home, the kid just liked to jump.
I turned up the Judist priest, so I could get my gangsta groove on.
And the baseball bat, called to me like a drug.
What do you know, what do you know?
I`m gunna kill you mothers f*ckin` with a Louie Ville`s soccer.
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Guitar Solo
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