Playground

<p>Go on kid get out of here<br/>You&#x27;re just in my way<br/>I don&#x27;t see you I don&#x27;t hear you<br/>Nothing that you say<br/>I&#x27;m too busy living my life<br/>You just drag me down<br/>Here&#x27;s a dollar, maybe two<br/>Now go find something else to do<br/><br/>I see them every day<br/>With holes all in their clothes<br/>Dirty faces, matted hair<br/>Snot runnig from their nose<br/>I wonder what they had to eat<br/>I wonder where they sleep<br/>Glue bags, porn, and suicide<br/>The devil sells you cheap<br/>Litlle children in the streets<br/>All day, all day<br/>I wonder where thay play<br/>All day, all day<br/><br/>Behind the velvet curtains<br/>Kids act out what they&#x27;ve seen<br/>All caught up in TV shows<br/>And fashion magazines<br/>I wonder when they talk to dad<br/>I wonder what he&#x27;d say<br/>If he knew Jill was pregnant<br/>And little Jack was a gay<br/><br/>They say God lives in the sky<br/>Does he really care?<br/>Maybe he&#x27;s got lots to do<br/>Don&#x27;t want us in his hair<br/>But I can tell you firsthand<br/>He took me in his arms<br/>God don&#x27;t beat his children<br/>Or leave them all alone