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Smile hah
You little boy
Think you can save a dying race?
Smile, savior, smile
From your soapbox, piece of cake
A slide rule
In your hand
A flower in you hippy hair
Does anybody listen?
Do they even fucking care?

That was dad, full of hope
For a hopeful hopeless son
A prince of promise
A loaded gun
I thought that I could change the world
He smacked me in the fucking face
“Think you can save a dying race?”
Closest thing I felt to grace

What I learned to be good and true
In sun, soil, shit and piss on the street
It’s ruin or rot by any degree
Highs come cheap and lows come free
Beware my brutal brand new fist
A whoreson’s ear, jacks and cord
I can land it like a kiss
Or a fucking sword