Come Out And Play

You gotta keep them separated

Take 'em out.

Gotta keep 'em separated.

Hey!

You're mending things, respecting me.

Take 'em out.

Gotta keep 'em separated.

Hey!

Don't you pay no mind.

We're under 18 and we'll be doing any time.

Hey!

You're not at play!

By the time you hear the siren,

it's already too late.

One goes to the morgue and the other to jail.

One guy's wasted and the others will weep.

They're gonna sound the same as a thousand before.

No one cares more than no one's hurt in the store.

God of the rain is free of death and violence and hate.

It's gonna tie our own rope, tie our own rope, tie our own...

Hey!

Man, you're disrespecting me.

Take 'em out.

Gotta keep 'em separated.

Hey!

Man, you're talking back to me.

Take 'em out.

You gotta keep 'em separated.

Hey!

They don't mind. You're under 18.

They won't put you in any giant.

Hey!

Come out and fight!

Because

they're the same as nothing before.

No one stands farther

than the next door.

They're never in the spirit of death and violence you hate.

It's gonna tie your own rope.

Tie your own rope. Tie your own rope.

Hey! It's something that should be

to me, change 'em now, gotta keep 'em separated, hey, many disrespected me, change 'em now,

gotta keep 'em separated, hey, ain't nobody, you and your 18, you won't get to win any

time, hey, I'm not at play.