Kwiet Ideya
Apr 23rd, 2003, 08:58:20 PM
"Come Out And Play"--The Offspring
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Hey man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey come out and play!
Kwiet's stomping ground has been invaded! The boy has just been pushed into a sort of schoolyard brawl, but this isn't your ordinary scuffle. The opponent in this is an adult, who has been standing by the fence of the school playground chatting with the teacher watching the twenty children at play. Apparently he said something wrong, because she slapped him. He hit her back, and Kwiet--as if by reflex--fired off a shuriken star without hesitation. His aim is off, sticking in the shoulder of the man rather than his face. The little throwing star won't do much harm; it's not meant to be used as a main weapon. Still, the boy sits perched atop the monkey bars, a small fan of five shuriken held tightly in his fingers.
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Hey man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey come out and play!
Kwiet's stomping ground has been invaded! The boy has just been pushed into a sort of schoolyard brawl, but this isn't your ordinary scuffle. The opponent in this is an adult, who has been standing by the fence of the school playground chatting with the teacher watching the twenty children at play. Apparently he said something wrong, because she slapped him. He hit her back, and Kwiet--as if by reflex--fired off a shuriken star without hesitation. His aim is off, sticking in the shoulder of the man rather than his face. The little throwing star won't do much harm; it's not meant to be used as a main weapon. Still, the boy sits perched atop the monkey bars, a small fan of five shuriken held tightly in his fingers.