Lyrics
Well, I am a boy, like some, I like playing in the mud.
I like over jumping over puddles and laughing while I step on bugs.
I love to live a louder life and that comes as no surprise.
One day three knocks came to my door and I met a man so wise.
He said “Son, you’ve got potential, I can smell it in your eyes.
The things make a man a man, and you know I tell no lies.
Well, I’ve got a hundred houses to visit, so let me just be plain.”
And then he handed me a gun, and I never saw that man again.
I swear I’ll never step on any bugs again.
There’s a nook I know inside my head where I go to play pretend.
Like petals on a dying rose they’re all dropping one by one.
I can never sit in silence, all because Old Mr. Wise Man gave me a gun.
My first day on the field there were flowers blooming bright.
The hard hat man screamed like a fool and I guess the rules gave him the right.
I’ll never forget those words I heard on a day with skies so blue.
They said “Son, it’s a sin to try and make friends, after all they’ll be gone in a minute or two.”
The sky’s on fire now. All the clouds are clouds of smoke.
The flames and flags, they make me gag and gag like a never-ending joke.
And I hope Old Mr. Wise Man’s sleeping well on his bed of roses.
The trees and bushes have caught on fire and I’m praying up to Moses.
Jesus Christ-
I swear I’ll never step on any bugs again.
There’s a nook I know inside my head where I go to play pretend.
Like petals on a dying rose they’re all dropping one by one.
It’s so rough being a diamond, all because Old Mr. Wise Man gave me a gun.
I swear I’ll never step on any bugs again.
There’s a nook I know inside my head where I go to play pretend.
Like petals on a dying rose they’re all dropping one by one.
Well, I’m sick and tired of rhymin’, all because Old Mr. Wise Man gave me a dream I’ll wake up dyin’.
And I bet Old Mr. Wise Man’s cryin’ while he breaks his hymen.
I wonder what he’d do if someone gave him a gun.