History Boy
Now he hasn’t got a future
Just look at his past
He’s got no education
And he lives too fast
Well he didn’t go to school
Hangin’ in the street
Thinks he’s cool
An’ he’s fast on his feet
Aint no one gonna catch him
Slicker than snakes
Takes too many chances
For the money he makes
He’s gonna find out soon
There can be no joy
When he’s in an institution
He’ll be history boy
Tell him that he’d better
Turn his life around
Or it won’t be long
He’ll be under ground
Running from the man
Aint the way to be
Living outside of society
Pretty soon he’ll find
There aint no turning back
There’s no place to go
When you’re way off track
Aint no one gonna help ya
‘cause you’re running wild
An’ everybody thinks
You’re the devils’ child
Tell him that a gun
Aint no goddamn toy
You messed with the man
Now, you’re history boy
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