PTSD Clarinet Boy

Red hair is for gangsters

Red hair  is for gangsters  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They hid my band music as a joke. I hid their bodies.

They hid my band music as a joke. I hid their bodies.   PTSD Clarinet Boy

she called me a loser They called her an ambulance

she called me a loser They called her an ambulance  PTSD Clarinet Boy

God Begged me to save him from pain i sent him to the winraptor

God Begged me to save him from pain i sent him to the winraptor  PTSD Clarinet Boy

He told me he had a shitty connection I told him three hours

He told me he had a shitty connection I told him three hours  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They took my tuba i left them the mark of death.

They took my tuba i left them the mark of death.  PTSD Clarinet Boy

he pulled my chair out from under me and i fell i pulled his heart out from inside him and he died

he pulled my chair out from under me and i fell i pulled his heart out from inside him and he died  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They rubbed the dog doo in my face Now they rub the lotion on the skin

They rubbed the dog doo in my face Now they rub the lotion on the skin  PTSD Clarinet Boy

BECAUSE REASONS

BECAUSE REASONS  PTSD Clarinet Boy

They showed me their privates I showed them my knife set

They showed me their privates  I showed them my knife set  PTSD Clarinet Boy
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