4 years ago
Can Patrick Come Outside to Play?
Lyrics
Look down my hockey stick rifle
I'm fighting, I'm fighting
Days were all my own
We built a fort from nothing
We created, created
Let's keep the weird kid out
Running and falling from home
Work hurts my heart and my soul
And I'm jacking into recess, I always got picked last
We treat our friends so bad
I want to hide under my bed
Running and falling from home
Work hurts my heart and my soul
And I'm jacking into recess, I always got picked last
We treat our friends so bad
Writer(s): The Foxsmiths
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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