When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother:
What should I be?
Should I be Diamonds?
Should I be Reds?
Heres what she said to me:
Wash your mouth out son,
And fetch your fathers gun
And shoot some Diamonds scum,
It's the reds for you.
Wash your mouth out son,
And fetch your fathers gun
It's the reds for you.
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