Don Dale (Live|Explicit)

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 are pulled too tight

Bagged and tagged

Degraded, deflated

This 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

Doesn't know how lucky he is?

I threw something' at his head, but I missed

So I threw it again but it missed

So I 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