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There's kids with sticks And they're chasing birds, a summer picnic Would they be happy if they hit one I hope their clumsy swings forgive the bird with the broken wing The laughing parents shake their heads and say Boys will be boys They never really have a choice The building blocks are built before they play Boys will be boys There's no use being paranoid Don't you know that they'll be men one day Are these the same Enemies that called us dirty names When the bell was rung the fight was on But they're so small Maybe we could take them after all The principal would shake his head and say Greasy hair on the witness stand Empty bottle stare Never cared much for the abattoir Was he the stick Or the broken bird that no one knew to fix I guess the answer's in the dna