1.Bboy
Life with the bboy
Life with the bboy, hope for the American
Justified bboy, hope for the American
Contact with bboy, hope for the American
I was born into the arms of his ill
My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville
Come back the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy？ Hope for the American
Petrified bboy, hope for the American
We spy at night through blinds on family fun
A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville
Walloped the bboy, hope for the American
Convicted bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy？ Hope for the American
He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet
A practiced lie in an honest way
If I was born into the arms of his ill
He'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way
A big boy, hope for the American
Contempt the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy？ Hope for the American
2.Fear Is On
The fear is on as I try to write
His father's gone, but I can't unwind
When the fear is on
He's the one as I read what he writes
He thrills, but he's gone, and I can't calm down
It's tears he wants as I try to hide
The only one
Tender touch is an empty life
The spirit is gone as I try to run
When the fear is on
3.Mississauga Goddamn
Mississauga goddam
Bears the treachery of my own man
I'll be wearing my disguise
Until I rid my life of Mississauga goddam
Mississauga people
Carry the weight of common evil
And go about their lives
With a whisper and a whine about Mississauga goddam
Mississauga skyline
Filled with the shadows of the power line
With the garbage and refuse
We'll build a mountain to the moon on top of Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
A territory in the sky will brighten up my life from Mississauga
goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga steeples
Chopped by supermarket heathen
Soot soon to paint the sky
The territory leads my mind from Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Bears the drudgery of my old man
I'll be wearing my disguise
Until I lead my life from Mississauga goddam
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