the trees are all like scarecrows the leaves are on the ground children =

in their own world are the only sound the thought of any problem the =

bully on grand ave. the pocket knife in his hand demeanor was the same =

as it always was and will be attitude's the same down here you point it =

at them people do bleed percentages are high this year i wanna know when =

to laugh at your gun careful not to push to far you're bringing all your =

power to me pathetically addressed like this the situation worsened it's =

harder than before the bully's got new reasons reasons i deplore things =

i walked away from now leave me where i stood and all i see is blue sky =

i guess it's just the same as it always was and will be attitude's the =

same down here you point it at them people do bleed percentages are high =

this year i wanna know when to laugh at your gun careful not to push to =

far you're bringing all your power to me looking down the barrel =

remembering the stories making light of history will i ever laugh at =

this this is all you got this is all you'll ever have

Submitted by: Mel