Born on Televison

You
      were born to hang, lose your head
      or let in poisons
      born on television
      every good boy does crime

Time
      take a shot, start a rumble
      begin the revolution
      drive by bullets
      always miss

This
      on television:
      every good boy gets hit
      wears his wounds like medals
      and bites down hard like a man

Can
      stop a few rounds
      bleed over himself
      like a martyr
      an after death role model for

You.
 

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