I sleep in my thin cold bed,
Go to my boring old school,
In my out of date red,
This repeated path I tread,
Will never get cool,
It'll never break the rules,
It'll never send me up there,
With the really good food,
And the relax all day,
And servant or maid,
And the money in the safe,
That makes me feel safe,
I'll never have that power,
And now I take one look around,
Wow.
My gun is my pillow,
My robes are my sheets,
The cold sand is my bed,
And my parents,
And my free,
And my prison,
Commander says, Allah says,
Kill red, white, and blue,
And your perfect and true,
And if you don't, so what,
So many other 13 year olds,
In the sand of this land,
We'll just kill you.
Here they come now!
Wow.
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