Sammy played in the winter rain
he got through a lifelong game
he wanted to cut that creep
to beat him down, his only need
He wanted to play and have some fun
he took his daddy's gun
five bullets with leaden heads
are more enough to raise a hell
He wanted to be accepted, even through a kill
he's not some bloody looser, but a man with his own will
Sammy went, hit the road
he shot his friend then reload
he took the way leading down
and heard the lethal bullet sound
He wanted to play and have some fun
he took his daddy's gun
five bullets with leaden heads
are more enough to raise a hell
He wanted to be accepted, even through a kill
He's not some bloody looser, but a man with his own will
Not born for a murder, not grown in crime
now he's joining a league of hate
at the age of nine
Wounds not made by steel, wounds that time can't heal
not born for a murder, not grown in crime
How can I wash off this stain
I thought it was just a game
acceptance is all I need
so would you please notice me
Not born for a murder, not grown in crime
wounds not made by steel, wounds that time can't heal
not born for a murder, not grown in crime
How can I wash off this stain
I thought it was just a game
acceptance is all I need
so would you please notice me
Wounds not made by steel , wounds that time can't heal are real |
