Way down below
Mother's calling don't make her fret
Father's stick will hit you yet
On your way home just going to bed
You look at me wrong I'll kick you in the head
No sense in fighting
No sense in dying
No right for you
No wrong for you
No wrong for me
See how nice we live
Together so happily
You're on the street Way down below Mother's calling don't make her fret Father's stick will hit you yet On your way home just going to bed You look at me wrong I'll kick you in the head No sense in fighting No sense in dying No right for you No wrong for you No wrong for me See how nice we live Together so happily Explain Request ×
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