Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship My kind have been molded by images on the screen Brought up to emulate the big guns Another guest on death's best show The influence cuts deeper than mom knows Electric waves the demon's fly Now could we just be bred to kill or die There must be something else The blame I place on myself Behind tired eyes the demons stir The tears go uncried
In the box - doin' time Now that I'm grown Abandoned childhood toys But still what danger have I retained? To grab the brass ring & go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murder In the box - doin' time & the minds are locked down
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