《Little Kids (Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:09] Now baby get up out that water,

[00:00:13] Cuz every castle in the sand's bout to falter,

[00:00:16] It's like the Rock of Gibraltar,

[00:00:18] Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler,

[00:00:23] (It's gonna be one of those songs,)

[00:00:27] He lives like an audition,

[00:00:29] He skipped his intuition,

[00:00:30] Living like a nerve, on feelings and superstitions,

[00:00:33] He swerves through classes and curves through lasses,

[00:00:34] And passes a million dirty looks, he shuffles books,

[00:00:38] His every moment is staged, He feels he's plagued with this playwright,

[00:00:41] Who fails to give this character some insight,

[00:00:44] Oh, and every time he gets the cue to speak his mind,

[00:00:46] Enter stage left, an understudy steps on his lines,

[00:00:49] Not a word, spoke, he goes unheard,

[00:00:51] Is this a joke?His melodrama's now the theater bout the absurd,

[00:00:54] It seems his author serendipities the music, comedy, drama,

[00:00:58] Weathered and haggardly enters the muse in tragedy, cool,

[00:01:00] Change his script, and change the block, and change roles,

[00:01:03] Pulls the gun from his bag and gets to cockin',

[00:01:05] Pulls the trigger at the kids who kept him as an outsider,

[00:01:08] Turns that shit on himself, so he can finally meet his writer,

[00:01:11] Little kids, ok,

[00:01:17] Little kid walks out in the street,

[00:01:19] Man behind the wheel looks for change under the seat,

[00:01:21] Little girl belly hurt, she holds strong,

[00:01:24] Woman gives up hope, says it's been too long,

[00:01:27] Peace, love, unity, respect,

[00:01:30] Parties over, dancin' with a needle in his neck,

[00:01:32] Bright eyes, they be dark when dad comes home,

[00:01:35] Pretends to count sheep so that she'll be left alone,

[00:01:38] She only did for money once or twice,

[00:01:41] Said he learned the true meaning of Minnesota nights,

[00:01:44] A ???sea breeze fixed his head,

[00:01:46] Mother shakes and screams, tries to wake the dead,

[00:01:50] Little kids live on incomplete,

[00:01:52] Little kids trip without the prospect of a beat,

[00:01:54] Steady comin' down from a roll all wrong,

[00:01:57] Little kids stay little kids cuz growin' up is gone,

[00:02:00] She was always well dressed, well groomed, well known,

[00:02:03] But she hid behind a canvas the second she got home,

[00:02:06] She loved to paint, nothin' in particular,

[00:02:09] Just blues and grays, that's how she felt throughout her days,

[00:02:11] Her landscape was shaped by friends and hangers-on,

[00:02:14] From boys to the push-up bras they pulled on,

[00:02:17] But she was always very wary, cuz popularity's scary,

[00:02:20] Especially when sincerity rarely comes in clearly,

[00:02:23] To her it was all fake, mock life, mock friends,

[00:02:26] She wanted to paint it white, and start again,

[00:02:28] She wrote letters to her little brother and mother,

[00:02:30] And packed up her stuff,

[00:02:32] Then she ran like water colors,

[00:02:33] Now, a little change in scenery never hurt nothin' but still-life,

[00:02:37] But still, life's been everything but real for her right?

[00:02:39] Without her crew, she's like, without a clue, so like,

[00:02:42] She don't know who she's like, know what I mean?

[00:02:45] She found a crew she likes, started up new,

[00:02:47] But the only thing left of her is the paint on her jeans,

[00:02:50] So she'll be gone soon

[00:03:25] Little kid walks out in the street...

[00:03:44] Now baby get up out that water...