These ideas are nightmares
for white parents whose worst fear
is a child with dyed hair
and who likes earrings
Like whatever they
say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house
that allows no swearing
To see him walking around
with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone,
cold and he don't care
He's a problem child,
what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about
his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad
that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again,
he'd probably
knock him out
His thoughts are whacked,
he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black,
brainwashed
from rock and rap
He sags his pants,
2rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him
so he socked him back
And broke his nose,
this house is a broken home
There's no control,
he just lets his emotions go
Come on !
[Ritornello - Steven Tyler]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter,
sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow,
the good Lord will take you away
[Verse 2]
Entertainment is danger,
intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers,
a sinner's mind
is a sanctum
Only you're unholy,
only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely,
cuz you only need one homey
But everybody just
feels like they can relate
I guess words are motherfucka,
they can be great or they can
degrate or even worse
they can teach hate
