Don Dale

I hear keys rattlin', dogs barkin' Some no neck fucks got his knee in my back Tellin' me I'm a risk to myself Reckon he's lookin' after my health While he's strippin' me naked Hand on my throat, reckon he's a fighter I reckon he's a coward I reckon he's a coward, yep! How you gonna fix anything with those cunts in charge They're the ones that need help, not me I'm 15, he's 33 Turns the light off, turns the light off While he flogs me and I'm stressin' He's on the payroll, I'm on the fuckin' pavement Again! Again! Again! Sprayed and flagged Beaten and flogged Degraded, deflated Bagged and tagged Chains on my wrists and ankles Playin' up at school, chains on my wrists and ankles These plastic ties pulled too tight Bagged and tagged Degraded, deflated But some cunt doing UFC And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy This cunt's doing UFC And you're tellin' me that I'm unhealthy And then I did nothin', nothing that bad anyway Does he know how lucky he is? I threw somethin' at his head, but I missed Someone threw it again but it missed Someone threw it again I'm screamin' But I don't know what I'm sayin' I'm hysterical, bull at a gate Bull in a China shop I'm irate I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15 I'm 15, I'm 15