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Blow Up Your Car

By Wil C. Fry, July 8, 2001

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


One day when I was young
Sitting in a class
Thinkin’ “take yer stupid rules
& shove 'em up yer a**”
I don’t like the way you talk
Or the way you think
All of this oppression
Really, really stinks

I wanna, I wanna
I wanna blow up your f**kin’ car
I’m gonna, I’m gonna
I’m gonna blow up your f**kin’ car
I just ain’t gonna tell you when

Just the other day
Drivin’ down the road
A cop was starin’ at me
I wanted to explode
Tell me what to do
They tell me what to think
But I bet they’re just like me
I bet their a**holes stink

I wanna, I wanna
I wanna blow up your f**kin’ car
I’m gonna, I’m gonna
I’m gonna blow up your f**kin’ car
I just ain’t gonna tell you when




Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook".

This was written as a song, not a poem. I'm pretty sure the tune was Blink-182-ish. Also note that this was written before the post-9/11 paranoia.



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