Ohh I'm proud of this one
look what he's become
waving guns and leaving mums
bloodied in the sun
run little rabbits
don't let him catch your legs
he'll cut them at the tendons
and keep your brothers head
so young to be so vicious
he's got fire in his eyes
and venom in his gums
and he smiles when he cries
little Adolph Horowitz is a troubled little boy
don't let him in your home unless you wish to be his toy
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 5:28 PM UTC
Ohh I'm proud of this one
look what he's become
waving guns and leaving mums
bloodied in the sun
run little rabbits
don't let him catch your legs
he'll cut them at the tendons
and keep your brothers head
so young to be so vicious
he's got fire in his eyes
and venom in his gums
and he smiles when he cries
little Adolph Horowitz is a troubled little boy
don't let him in your home unless you wish to be his toy
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