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Broken Lullaby


Please don't shoot me mister, I'm just a fat little kid.  

I shouldn't have to die today for something you did. 

Mom says "take the trash out", Dad, "feed the dog". 

Please don't shoot me mister, I got to dissect Miss Lilly's frog. 

 

Please don't shoot me mister, I think Billy likes me best.

Me and Momma goin after school today, buy a little dress.

Could be I'm the prettiest, could be a little white lie.

Please don't shoot me mister, I don't want to die.

 

Hush little baby don't you cry, again we sing this broken lullaby.

Hush little baby don't say a word, all your pretty pleases go unheard.

 

Please don't shoot me mister, look what I can do.

I can die on these school steps and they'll just talk about you.

Thoughts, prays and talk, talk, talk, seem to be a sham.

Please don't shoot me mister, I'm their sacrificial lamb.

 

Please don't shoot me mister, I haven't hit my peak.

Although she tried, protect us all, Mrs. McCarly's aim was weak.

Her gun, your gun, doesn't matter which is bigger.

Please don't shoot me mister, without that gun, you can't pull that trigger.

 

Hush little baby don't you cry, again we sing this broken lullaby.

Hush little baby don't say a word, all your pretty pleases go unheard.

 

Please don't shoot me mister, there's something they should see.

This could be their son or daughter, dying right here next to me.

Bullets, bullets every where, flying round their head.

Please don't shoot me mister, were the last they ever said.

 

Please don't shoot me mister, I'm just a fat little kid

I shouldn't have to die today for something you did.

But go ahead and change the channel, this happens all the time.

Please don't shoot me mister, nothing done, the greater crime.

 

Hush little baby don't you cry, again we sing this broken lullaby.

Hush little baby don't say a word, all your pretty pleases go unheard. 

 

Quinten Carlisle Darrow

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