A Graveyard For A Lawn
Would Fit Us All In
Keep Us All Together
Every Man Of Every Kin
An Off-Duty Coke Head
Has Been Rolling In My Bed
I Don't Want No Trouble Boys
That Was All He Said
Until Slaps Were Thrown
Now A Boy Is His Own
With A Dozen Cellmates
Until Away Home He's Flown
What's The Boys Problem
All Looking For A Fight
Already Spoken To Cops
And It's Only Gone Midnight
But Ye Tick All The Boxes
Drink And Smoke And Fights
Just Like On Television
Ye Live For Rough Nights
The Boys' Have An Image
Kept From Long Ago
My Father Did Before Me
Need Not Change So
The Boys Who Built This City
They Are From Long Ago
These Ones Live For Mayhem
And Are Reaping What They Sow
CK
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