Letra de Promise

Smile hah You little boy Think you can save a dying race? Smile, savior, smile From your soapbox, piece of cake A slide rule In your hand A flower in you hippy hair Does anybody listen? Do they even fucking care? That was dad, full of hope For a hopeful hopeless son A prince of promise A loaded gun I thought that I could change the world He smacked me in the fucking face "Think you can save a dying race?" Closest thing I felt to grace What I learned to be good and true In sun, soil, shit and piss on the street It's ruin or rot by any degree Highs come cheap and lows come free Beware my brutal brand new fist A whoreson's ear, jacks and cord I can land it like a kiss Or a fucking sword