Written & Produced By: Jock Blaney, Michael Nealy & Roby Duke
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fiogf49gjkf0d ZEN'D LULLABY
©NU MUSIC, LLC
QUANTUS PUERIS MORIENDUM ERAT...
PRIUSQUAM DISCIMUS
THERE IS NO CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE....
NO PLACE HERE WHERE THE LAMB LAYS WITH A LION.
NOT HERE. I FEAR. NOW THE VOICE OF FUN
IS THE SOUND OF CHILDREN PLAYING WITH A GUN.
JIMMY KILLED BOBBY, CUZ BOBBY KILLED MIM,
NOW MIM'S MAMMA'S GONNA KILL HIM.
BEBOP, HIPHOP, COCKADOODLE DO,
SOON MIM'S MAMMA'S GONNA DIE TOO.
WE HATE OUR FATE, 'TIL WE SUFFOCATE.
AND DADDY WON'T... TELL US WHY.
SITTIN' ALL ALONE ... BY THE TELEPHONE
IS IT ME HE STILL CAN'T SEE...
FEAR THE CHILD WITH A STARE.
WORSHIPPED HEROES WITH ONE NAME FILLIN' THEIR DAYS...
SMITH... AND WESSON... BUNDY AND THE JUICE...
ARKANSAS BOYS CUTTIN' LOOSE.
MAMMA'S MAN TOUCHIN' ME, FEELIN' MY SHAME
FAT-ASS! DUMMY! HE CALLS ME A NAME
BEBOP, HIPHOP, COCKADOODLE DO.
BLACK MAN, WHITE MAN, YELLOW MAN, JEW.
AS A CHILD, A CHILD CALLED ME CHILDISH NAMES
NOW I'M A MAN, BUT I STILL FEEL THE SAME... SHAME.
WHAT'S IN A NAME? IT'S ME, BABY! THAT'S WHERE I EXIST.
SO GRAB ONTO THIS! I AM BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE I THINK SO,
BECAUSE I THINK. AND THEREFORE I AM, WHAT I THINK I AM.
IS THIS OUR LESSON? OUR LESSON IS THIS...
CLASSROOM KILLERS. TOO YOUNG TO KISS
BEBOP, HIPHOP, COCKADOODLE DO.
PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! WHATCHA GONNA DO?
YOU GOT AN ANSWER. SURE AIN'T ME.
TOO BUSY PREACHIN'. TOO BLIND TO SEE.
MAKIN' MY MONEY, NO TIME TO PLAY,
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT HE RAN AWAY.
THAT'S NOT A NOSE ON MY FACE, IT'S AN ANSWER.
IT'S PLAIN TO SEE THAT YOU DON'T SEE IT. LOOK CLOSE.
THE RIGHTEOUS MAN PREACHES, GIVE A HOOT DON'T POLLUTE.
WHILE HIS KID'S ON THE CORNER, SELLIN' KIDDIES TOOT...
THAT'S WHAT I SEE.
BEBOP... HIPHOP... COCKADOODLE DO...
WATCH OUT CHILDREN, WE'RE COMIN' FOR YOU...
WHERE IS THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE....
NOT HERE. I FEAR.
NO PLACE HERE WHERE THE LAMB LAYS WITH A LION.
NOW THE VOICE OF FUN
IS THE SOUND OF CHILDREN PLAYING WITH A GUN.
WITH OPEN MINDS WE CAN OPEN MINDS.
BUT UNTIL I KNEEL DOWN AND OPEN MINE, I WON'T BE ABLE TO...
LOOK INTO THE EYES OF A CHILD.
JIMMY KILLED BOBBY, CUZ BOBBY KILLED MIM,
NOW MIM'S MAMMA'S GONNA KILL HIM.
BEBOP, HIPHOP, COCKADOODLE DO,
SOON MIM'S MAMMA'S GONNA DIE TOO.
GONNA HATE OUR FATE, TIL WE SUFFOCATE.
AND DADDY WON'T... TELL US WHY.
SITTIN' ALL ALONE ... BY THE TELEPHONE
IS IT ME HE STILL CAN'T SEE...
(REPEAT)
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