There was a kid named Jim
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he always had a big old grin
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he was the biggest bully on the block
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he combed his hair just right
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always looking for a fight
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until the day he decided to throw that rock
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Billy was the picked on one
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one day he found a gun
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in the closet of his parents' messy bedroom
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he told his best friend Dunn
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all about the gun
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and said one day he'd have to kill big Jim
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Don't mess with Billy 'cause Billy says he's had it
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since the fourth grade he's had nothing else but sadness
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all the kids in the neighborhood have had it
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he's seen their broken dreams
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he sees what killing means to them.
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One day after school
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out popped Mr. Cool
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and threw a rock straight at Billy's head.
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Billy reached into his bag
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showed Jim what he had
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pulled the trigger and shot big Jim dead
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Don't mess with Billy 'cause Billy says he's had it
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since the fourth grade he's had nothing else but sadness
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all the kids in the neighborhood have had it
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he's seen their broken dreams
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he sees what killing means to them.
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When the police came to the crime sight
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they found Billy with a grin a mile wide
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he'd wiped that look right off of Jim's face and put it on his.
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The next day Dunn went to the station.
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He said, "Billy man you're the reason, that all the kids can come out and play again without big Jim."
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Rock At Billy
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| Buck-O-Nine |
