You gotta keep 'em separated!
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up
CHORUS:
Hey -man you talkin back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey -man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey come out and play
By the time you hear the siren
It's already to late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousands before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie your own hey
CHORUS
It goes down the same as the thousands before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie your own hey
CHORUS
Writer(s): Bryan Holland
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