What have you done but make yourself my son?
Another poet with a gun
Say the words of unity and I know you're not even free
You hit a spot get behind I cannot
So I ask myself and I trouble myself
Could I throw a cigarette at your child
Knowing that it doesn't have a face to cry
Could I throw china like a frisbee
When you don't know which one I mean
Master of psycho wing chun
You got it from the nun and you're doing it wrong
I want the news that violence is true
But something that I wouldn't do
I would have my hands removed
If it was for peace of plenty
You have a dream applying not to me
Could I throw a cigarette at your child
Knowing that it doesn't have a face to cry
Could I throw china like a frisbee
When you don't know which one I mean
Master of psycho wing chun
You got it from the nun and you're doing it wrong
Could I throw a cigarette at your child
Knowing that it doesn't have a face to cry
Could I throw china like a frisbee
When you don't know which one I mean
Master of psycho wing chun
You got it from the nun and you're doing it wrong