PTSD Clarinet Boy

at first the called me names in the end, they only called for help

at first the called me names in the end, they only called for help  PTSD Clarinet Boy

Ek din major banunga ek din...

Ek din major banunga ek din...  PTSD Clarinet Boy

they forced me to write their tests too bad they didnt force someone to write their will

they forced me to write their tests too bad they didnt force someone to write their will  PTSD Clarinet Boy

they called me fat i called a mercenary to kill their families

they called me fat i called a mercenary to kill their families  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They cheered for band co at lunch so I cheered with my AK-47 at breakfast

They cheered for band co at lunch so I cheered
with my AK-47
at breakfast  PTSD Clarinet Boy

She sprayed me with Mace I sprayed her with bullets

She sprayed me with Mace I sprayed her with bullets  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They said i could make it the way i like i made it slow

They said i could make it the way i like i made it slow  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They dumped my clarinet in the trash... I dumped their bodies in the trash.

They dumped my clarinet in the trash... I dumped their bodies in the trash.  PTSD Clarinet Boy

this one time at band camp . . .

this one time at band camp . . .  PTSD Clarinet Boy

they told me i'd come back a war hero instead they spit on me

they told me i'd come back a war hero instead they spit on me  PTSD Clarinet Boy
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