Far below beneath a burning hot sun our civility's waking up hate your neighbor cause he's not your kind fell out of favor now he's out of luck get in your car fuel up and get a job you got no worries you don't care that much pass the beggars as they lie out on the street just look away and roll your windows up you don't have to worry - he's not one of us yeah
Is there anyone listening to this beautiful tragedy is there anyone watching this wonderful nightmare don't care much you'd arther kill
Check out johnny as he plays out in the street keeps to himself he doesn't say too much can't get along with the kids in school likes to make bombs and blow things up his mom and dad think everything's fine they got no worries they don't care that much all that tension bottled up inside one day soon now he's gonna erupt
Writer(s): Randy James Bradbury, Fletcher Douglas Dragge, Byron C. Mcmackin, James William Lindberg
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