Stray Kid Well, your Daddy died at 18 While you were on the way And your Mama worked to feed you She said herself to pay She left a stray-kid to run A little stray-kid to run Hey little stray-kid better run In the rich man's fire In the rich man's fire STRAY-KID you'd better run STRAY-KID he's got a gun STRAY-KID you'd better run You'd better run, better run Barefoot bay you've just a begger And if you steal you'll die Know your brothers and your sisters Will sell you for a dime Hey little stray-kid better run From the rich man's fire From the rich man's fire STRAY-KID you'd better run STRAY-KID he's got a gun STRAY-KID you'd better run You'd better run, better run You saw your friend shot in the back And the beach slowly tuned to red The sun went-down and blushed the sky And the world sunk into blood
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