Texty:
Dead Boys We Have Come For Your Children

that you're gonna die young It's such fun, such fun, such... Having a real fun time, such fun, such fun No Fun [Peter Laughner:] "Im dead, Im dead, Im dead, I'm dead

I don't wanna be no Catholic boy I just wanna have some fun I don't wanna be no Catholic boy And get beat by the nuns I don't wanna kneel, I don't wanna

All my boyhood friends told me I'd fail Spend my life time friendless or in jail All the girls at the school dance Wouldn't give me a second chance

a bullet hole I am Son of Sam I got death breathing from my hand I can't resist, I cannot fight I've fallen victim to his bite I have killed six but

change Don't know the days from the night [Chorus:] Dead and alive ain't breathing I'm Dead and alive feeling so damn Dead and alive Being a servant

your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand

your rims, kids ride Big Wheels Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't With way more ego than you have true talent And this is for

come up But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own See how quick model

What it is the king back in the buildin' Still stackin' and building, still rappin' to children Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels Like it?s back when we