Botsob
There's no where to go
There's nothing to do
Can't stay out late living in your zoo
I can't have no friends
I can't have no fun
So where do I go
When I refuse to run
There's blood on the streets of Brecksville
Kids are scared as hell
There's blood on the streets of Brecksville
Gotta break out of their cell
Monotonous middle class boredom
Kid's all look the same
How come when I act different
It brings me so much pain
There's nothing different
There's nothing new
So why do I stay?
There's nothing different
There's nothing new
Still hoping for a better day
There's blood on the streets of Brecksville
Kids are scared as hell
There's blood on the streets of Brecksville
Gotta break out of their cell
We've been under their rules for too long
And they're corrupt as sin
I'm telling you brothers keep fighting
And we will surely win
You'll never understand our anger
So don't tell us what to do
You'll never understand our fury
So that's why you are through
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