When he was young he use to play with toy guns He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it Though its just plastic his roles got drastic Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions He would lead them through the dark of winter He would leave them when his mom had started dinner At the table with his bleeding elbows Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s By his side guarding his pride A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide The fun ends as the evening unravels A young mans ego’s so fragile And now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter He’s starting to wonder which was mightier And found one The difference between Martin and Malcolm He couldn’t see it in the outcome They didn't live to see it Now how come Was the thought he saw the ones who fought He saw the ones who got caught in the crossfire His boss fired him and the cause He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars Who writes the laws who enforces them Born to win, born to loose, born again Mortal men with an ego so fragile Reading as the meaning unravels Was it a ****** to the head or the words to the brain That brought about more change, man It’s been a long time since I use to pretend I was… You know… I don’t know…Billy the Kid
[00:00.196]When he was young he use to play with toy guns [00:02.651]He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it [00:05.629]He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it [00:08.111]Though its just plastic his roles got drastic [00:10.802]Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it [00:13.440]Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion [00:17.019]He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions [00:21.930]He would lead them through the dark of winter [00:24.255]He would leave them when his mom had started dinner [00:26.788]At the table with his bleeding elbows [00:28.774]Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s [00:31.752]By his side guarding his pride [00:33.842]A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide [00:36.663]The fun ends as the evening unravels [00:39.249]A young mans ego’s so fragile [01:02.132]And now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between [01:04.953]Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter [01:08.166]He’s starting to wonder which was mightier [01:10.622]And found one [01:11.980]The difference between Martin and Malcolm [01:14.096]He couldn’t see it in the outcome [01:15.533]They didn't live to see it [01:17.048]Now how come [01:18.328]Was the thought he saw the ones who fought [01:20.183]He saw the ones who got caught in the crossfire [01:23.187]His boss fired him and the cause [01:25.433]He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars [01:28.437]Who writes the laws who enforces them [01:31.024]Born to win, born to loose, born again [01:33.766]Mortal men with an ego so fragile [01:35.987]Reading as the meaning unravels [01:39.670]Was it a ****** to the head or the words to the brain [01:41.342]That brought about more change, man [01:58.060]It’s been a long time since I use to pretend I was… [02:03.206]You know… I don’t know…Billy the Kid
