bad kids don't die young and
tomorrow's just another day we fail
bad kids don't buy guns but
they swallow bullets as they wail
sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds
look at that sad kid,
he don't - won't have none
still he wants to play
with them shells and ale
mad kids don't break them,
there's this jail with no walls and doors
bad kid - but he don't hate pen
swords and blades don't cut it anymore
sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds
hey, mad kid - why don't you try some,
three's a crowd, fives a doubt and six a sin.
hey, sad kid - why don't you buy some,
take it in and they'll fix your grin.
hey, bad kid - you won't die young, and
they'll take you away just like the winds.
broken kids make the best stories.