Escape Goats
Escape Goats
Just good old' kids,
Never meaning any harm,
Been in trouble since they were born.
Straightening' the corners,
Flattening' the curbs and crushing pebbles.
Someday the hills might get them, but the law never will.
Making their way,
The only way they can,
Which is a little more than the law allows.
Just good old kids,
Couldn't change if they wanted to,
Fighting' the system like a modern Day Bonney and Clyde
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