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I watch the moon go down,
and the rope swings me away
out over the water
free to be me

it is May and  I'm seventeen
skinny dippin at Swimming River
freest freak you've ever seen

and now some goons tell me I gotta get dressed
don't like me cause I'm so blessed
some kinda swimming envy I guess

so I get off the swing
dry off my ding-a-ling
gonna leave and see what tomorrow will bring

but they had a different view
they were gonna teach me thing or two
they didn't know I was good at jujitsu

when they came me for I went kicking and a screaming
in this place
fighting off three at a time its like a religion with no creed
long after I lose track of conscience from a kick to the head

at the shore of repercussion
no pleasure in that communion
just a split open eye and a concussion

I know I'm
alone long silence,

mud
dreams crying

moral of the scene
don't matter how good or how mean

when it comes to street fighting
three against one is no kind of odds...