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INVOLUNTARY SELF DEFENCE
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INVOLUNTARY SELF DEFENCE,
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Sometimes I think of what I could have been, and then I kick
myself, knowing
that I've ended up just like him.
And there's other times it doesn't seem so bad, we always used
to say, "With
him dead they'll be no one in our way."
Remember the time he caught us in your room?
Your hands were down my underwear, and you're tig ol' bitties
glistening in the
air.
With a zip of my pants, headed for the door, and with a swing of
his fist you
will lay down on the floor and...
Chorus
Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will.
How can we go on? Where do we go from here?
Waitin' on the way home, the kid just liked to jump.
I turned up the Judist priest, so I could get my gangsta groove
on.
And the baseball bat, called to me like a drug.
What do you know, what do you know?
I'm gunna kill you mothers f*ckin' with a Louie Ville's soccer.
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Sometimes I think of what I could have been, and then I kick myself, knowing that I've ended up just like him. And there's other times it doesn't seem so bad, we always used to say, "With him dead they'll be no one in our way." Remember the time he caught us in your room? Your hands were down my underwear, and you're tig ol' bitties glistening in the air. With a zip of my pants, headed for the door, and with a swing of his fist you will lay down on the floor and... Chorus Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will. How can we go on? Where do we go from here? Involuntary Self Defence-call it what you will. How can we go on? Where do we go from here? Waitin' on the way home, the kid just liked to jump. I turned up the Judist priest, so I could get my gangsta groove on. And the baseball bat, called to me like a drug. What do you know, what do you know? I'm gunna kill you mothers f*ckin' with a Louie Ville's soccer.
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