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• Artiste: Clit 45
• Titre: Kids Aren't Alright
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Glued to the phone to see what he can cop Too many pills wondering why his heart hasn't stopped Beating up his body how far can he....can he go? Trampled by a bull, razorblades and broken bones My broken bones, my bones, oh no! And I don't know what happened to me Life's a distortion and I can't see Pills, booze and methamphetamine so innocent they seem It's all suffocation and I can't.....I can't breathe! Fucking and sucking their way through life These kids aren't alright Living off of letter 5 and plastic bills Buildings fell but they were too fucked up to feel He's not alright, can't stand up, too high Walls are talking to him and he don't know, know why? They're getting trashed, without precautions Like a car crash, so blatantly obvious Too much too fast, but you can't stop them Cause there's no turning back, it's not an option, fuck no! Out on his own he travels alone The way he's living, he can't condone In and out, out and in, there is no control Out, out, out this life has taken..... its toll! What the fuck is going on? They're too fucked up to ask why? These kids aren't alright Oh fuck what's happening to me? These kids ain't alright ya see? I'm not alright