Don Dale

I hear keys rattlin', dogs barkin'
 Some no neck fucks got his knee in my back
 Tellin' me I'm a risk to myself
 Reckon he's lookin' after my health
 While he's strippin' me naked
 Hand on my throat, reckon he's a fighter
 I reckon he's a coward
 I reckon he's a coward, yep!
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 How you gonna fix anything with those cunts in charge
 They're the ones that need help, not me
 I'm 15, he's 33
 Turns the light off, turns the light off
 While he flogs me and I'm stressin'
 He's on the payroll, I'm on the fuckin' pavement
 Again!
 Again!
 Again!
 Sprayed and flagged
 Beaten and flogged
 Degraded, deflated
 Bagged and tagged
 Chains on my wrists and ankles
 Playin' up at school, chains on my wrists and ankles
 These plastic ties pulled too tight
 Bagged and tagged
 Degraded, deflated
 But some cunt doing UFC
 And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy
 This cunt's doing UFC
 And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy
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 And then I did nothin', nothing that bad anyway
 Does he know how lucky he is?
 I threw somethin' at his head, but I missed
 Someone threw it again but it missed
 Someone threw it again
 I'm screamin'
 But I don't know what I'm sayin'
 I'm hysterical, bull at a gate
 Bull in a China shop
 I'm irate
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15
 I'm 15, I'm 15