If kindness keeps you young
Then you're 101
Our likenesses are only that we sing
I tried to tell my mother
You were just a struggling one
But now I see that you were playing weak
And that is not a very nice thing
I learned to shoot a bow and arrow with you by my side
You tricked me into shooting at a
Tree
But when it came alive you went and left me all alone
And I was ostracized by living things
You ran off laughing with my set if keys
If I should ever see you in the morning or the night
Or anytime it's not as bright as day
I think I'll put an arrow in your knee or in your leg
And then I'll throw some dirt upon your grave
And that is where you'll probably have to stay
