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Mom and dad talk so much trash

Makes me want to thrash, bash, lash out

When you tell me what to do

Look out, I'm coming through you

What you gonna do?

Slap me across my face

Building up this wall of hate, too late, mistake

By creating anger in me, I'll never come back

I'll make you see

You know where to find em, where I'll be found...

Down, in the playground

Never listen to my point of view

Try to mold me just like you, it's true

Refuse to be called your son

I'll never forgive what you've done

You know where to find em, where I'll be found...

Down, in the playground

I know where I'm not wanted

I know where I belong

All of my friends are waiting

We're going there.

We're all in the playground.