When I was a kid, my whole reality split
I was living a lie
I was a killing machine, I was a warlord
When I closed my eyes
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
We had a real long talk
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
They made the visions stop
When I was a kid, I was a total dick to inanimate objects
The world beat the hell from me; I took it out on a tree
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I took it out on a fig tree, out on the lawn
I took it out on the backyard (Backyard)
And behind Rite Aid, I took it out on the crates
And on the shopping carts
Meanwhile, on another plane
I was the king of pain and unspeakable cruelty
I set the mommy on fire, I set the baby on fire
Not even Jesus could stop me
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
We had a real long talk
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
They made the visions stop
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
We had a real long talk
I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom
They made the visions stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
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