I'm tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna my son to keep his money in his mattress And his watch on any between his thighs And I'm gonna my son up in a tower Till I write my whole life story on the back of his big eyes
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I'm gonna my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm gonna my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every truth there are half a lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to outside
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