From the recording Survivor's Guilt
Lyrics
My friend's father has forced me to fight some other kid
My friend's father has forced me to fight some other kid (what a birthday)
We disagreed about something or other
The big man said let's take it to the yard
One, two, three hits I'm fine
Four, five, six, seven, it's alright
By the time we get to about ten
Man, I'm struggling
I'm hurting so bad, so bad
My friend's mom likes to rip off shopping malls
My friend's mom likes to rip off shopping malls
Change the price on this, gather up that
We'll make our move in the changing room
With these clothes under mine
Oh god, I hope that it's alright
Suspicious eyes are following me
And I'm smuggling
When I ran into you tonight, your youngest approached me
He asked me to thank you, but I was not biting
Like any other kid in the neighborhood, we did some bike riding
But the time spent with your parents was quite traumatizing
You love your parents
I can see
But to me
They're scum