Sometimes I think of what I could have been, and then I kick myself, knowing
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that I've ended up just like him.
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And there's other times it doesn't seem so bad, we always used to say, "With
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him dead they'll be no one in our way."
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Remember the time he caught us in your room?
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Your hands were down my underwear, and you're tig ol' bitties glistening in the
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air.
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With a zip of my pants, headed for the door, and with a swing of his fist you
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will lay down on the floor and...
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Chorus
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Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
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How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
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Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
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How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
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Waitin' on the way home, the kid just liked to jump.
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I turned up the Judist priest, so I could get my gangsta groove on.
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And the baseball bat, called to me like a drug.
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What do you know, what do you know?
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I'm gunna kill you mothers f*ckin' with a Louieville slugger.
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Chorus
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Guitar Solo
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Chorus
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Involuntary Self Defence
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| Fenix TX |
