Misery Lyrics by Good Charlotte
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April 26th, 1942 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? While you were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was participating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liquor store I finally got all that shit I can't afford Red lights flashin', time to retire And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit, it was the music shop, It only took one brick to make the window drop Finally we got our own P.A. When two guys are holdin' hands I'd assume they are gay When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I could use a loveseat So once again we filled the van 'til it was full Since that day my living room's been much more comfortable The man in the hood with the forty years He's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gottin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the mexican But not for the white man If you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King About this fucked up situation and fucked up police Ooh, said I'm comin' on top and comin' on top And screaming 187 on a big ol' cop Show those paintings on the walls Crabs are crawling on my balls Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn It burns, it burns, it motherfuckin' burns (Just when I pee) Oh, half the moon's over Miami Riots on the streets of Chicago Riots on the streets of Long Beach Mmm, San Francisco Riots on the streets of Kansas City Tuskaloosa, Alabama Creveland, Ohio Fountainberry, Texas, Paramount, Vista Buelle, and all these other shitty places that no one would ever wanna go to anyways, so you might as well burn them Let it burn Let it burn (Mr. Burns) Let it burn (Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns) Let it burn Let it burn
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