He gets carried away, he's an excitable boy Impotent with rage, determined to destroy Short and stout he calls you out Shaking his fist, riddled with doubt
Smaller than the average brawler Straining to be one foot taller He smolders in silence threatening violence A sham of defiance and feigned self-reliance
At home, unguarded, open to attack The lackey imbecile and runt of the pack Trembles demoralized and turns duly bitter Spitting on his little sister, hitting on the sitter
Stepdad hates a quitter But squandered every chance he had And mother had quite a litter But they're jittery and sad
One day in the schoolyard Two brutes go too far Swaggering, showing off Acting like big stars
The way they stalk, quick as thought No time to duck and cover On the spot, revolver cocked He shoots and kills his brothers
