CAPO III
Played a game in my younger life, a lot like twister but with a knife
Threw the point into the ground to bend my brother s body round
No one bled and if they did, didn t cry
Don t recall a watchful eye
I think we led safer lives when we played around with knives
Left the house for hours on end, home to eat then back again
Raced around the monkey trails with my back-step brakes that never failed
I road through the woods alone,
out of sight and far from home
I think I got the richer life on my rusting no-speed bike
When patience broke and I was pulled to my room
I took it on the ass with the same wooden spoon
That beat the cookie dough
No kid ever disappeared, and if they did we d never hear
The sordid details of their deaths never landed on my doorstep
I was taught to be polite,
how to eat and sit upright
But I was left alone to fight,
figure out if that felt right
I think we got richer lives on our rusting, no-speed bikes
I think we led safer lives when we played around with knives
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