they give me a gun
then they take it away
things that go click in its place
they give me a broom
i'm a gutter tycoon
i'm old and i'm young, i've no face
to do me a kindness
they make my life hard
then they smile and they say "it's alright"
but i sit here outside
without any light
through a restless, and lonely, cold night
they tease me with girls
while they cancel my thrills
and they throw food at me i can't eat
they tell me i'm fine
that i haven't crossed a line
but they know now that they've got me beat
time's ticking slowly
but at least it's not stopped
and it's not like it's not any fun
but the first chance i get
and as soon as i can
i'm making a break and i'll run
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