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*Corrupt Countries* 07.11.2013
Bees sting but they are still pretty
Time hurts, we find little reasons to live it
Your mom and you will always clash
And Dad's life could easily become yours
Crazy uncles and aunts are the best
And the smelly, loud outcasts
Make the best friends
The problem with drugs is they numb
We will protect you as much as we can
But pain must slip through eventually, child
Or you'll die ungrown
Your first love will also be your last
At school don't lay your head on desks
Or worry about what the pretty girls think
Your skinny arms and nervousness won't last
When people die they didn't mean it
To leave you hurting like they did
And popularity is just a contest
It's better to be the funny kid
You must eat and drink a lot of water
Learn sweating and crying and coming
Don't ever feel ashamed about your body
And speak up. She may not know she's pretty
Silence is always sharper than words
Subtle sadness and a little loneliness
Sure don't feel right but can be good
Be serious with yourself but humorous
To others
You will be mad. That is a sad fact
We are mad creatures on mad paths
The point is is to study both sides
The mad and those mad at
If you are fucked up and sick
So many ways disorders can tick
Don't let it get you down. Go into it
Become the best twisted and laugh
Rainy weather or sunshine
Grass stains or ocean brine
Ingrown toenails and twisted backs
Stomach empty, stomach fat
If you fight for your country
Only for the money
When you know it's corrupt
If you fight against your country
And spend all your money
Your health, future and sanity
And survive
Don't forget that bees are pretty
When it's only the sting you're seeking
Pain and pleasure, equal measure
Killed countries come from revolutionary kids
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