[The Offspring]

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You gotta keep 'em seperated

Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classrooms
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease

The gangs stake own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin', then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up

Hey, man you're talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated

Hey, man you're disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated

Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

L'chai-im

By the time you hear the sirens
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue, the other jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste

It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope

Hey, man you're talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated

Hey, man you're disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em

Hey, hey, hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

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