I weep for the next generation
Every word that I hear,
Is something mean and unclear.
Every child doing this
Hitting with punches and kicks.
What is going on with them?
Why do they alway pretend?
Is it hard to get along?
We're not going to stay for long.
Come on guys, please don't fight.
Wrong is wrong, right is right.
Why are you smoking and drinking beers?
Ya'll are just my little dears.
I'll close my eyes for now.
Don't want anyone to see my tears, no way, no how.
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