Don Dale

I hear keys rattlin', dogs barkin'
Some no neck fucks got his knee in my back
Tellin' me I'm a risk to myself
Reckon he's lookin' after my health
While he's strippin' me naked
Hand on my throat, reckon he's a fighter

I reckon he's a coward
I reckon he's a coward, yep!

How you gonna fix anything with those cunts in charge
They're the ones that need help, not me
I'm 15, he's 33
Turns the light off, turns the light off
While he flogs me and I'm stressin'
He's on the payroll, I'm on the fuckin' pavement
Again!
Again!
Again!

Sprayed and flagged
Beaten and flogged
Degraded, deflated
Bagged and tagged
Chains on my wrists and ankles
Playin' up at school, chains on my wrists and ankles

These plastic ties pulled too tight
Bagged and tagged
Degraded, deflated
But some cunt doing UFC
And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy
This cunt's doing UFC
And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy

And then I did nothin', nothing that bad anyway

Does he know how lucky he is?
I threw somethin' at his head, but I missed
Someone threw it again but it missed
Someone threw it again

I'm screamin'
But I don't know what I'm sayin'
I'm hysterical, bull at a gate
Bull in a China shop
I'm irate

I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15
I'm 15, I'm 15



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Writer(s): Jack Parsons
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