Mr. Peterson

Children Of The Flesh

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So I went to school one morning In my science class And you know who I saw there? Mr. Peterson And you know he told me? I couldn't wear yellow! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Come on Mr. Peterson What you gonna do? The money's on the table And your daughter is too Running around crazy while you're tryna find me You gotta better chance finding STD Moshing in the lunch room Gonna start a riot Moshing in the library Please keep quiet Hunting Mr. Peterson, if things go south I'm brandishing a shotgun to take myself out Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I stepped into the office And then he wasn't there After all these accusations These thoughts I couldn't bare I told him twice to stop it But he didn't care So I grabbed Mr. Peterson And threw him down the stairs Punch the air! Fuck the sky! Punch the death! Make me cry! Punch the air! Fuck the sky! Punch the death! Make me cry! Mr. Peterson! The tables are turning The cards are set No hope for Mr. Peterson No not yet The note is on the paper They want my head Fuck Mr. Peterson Until he's dead Walking down the hallway just to kick the floor Kick Mr. Peterson a thousand times more Mothers are worried The children aren't safe Walking my dog Just decided my fate Fuck! What the fuck? Fuck! Fuck!!!