Grim Facts Lyrics

Grim Facts lyrics

The boy's got problems

The boy's got stress

The boys' a .38 hidden in his desk

The boy's got a chickie

With four months to go



Grim facts

Every parent better know



The girl's a heavy teaser

Wants to do a private show

She's got a hundred thousand fantasies

She wants the band to know

She likes to brush across my Levis

She likes to watch him grow



Grim facts

Every parent better know

Grim facts

Every parent better know



Red lights, gang fights

Brewing in the heat

Cop cars, gay bars

On your precious street

That ain't so neat



Sister's on the street now

Looking for some Joe

Only got about an hour

To pay for her new nose

She gets a hundred for her body

A nickel for her soul



These are grim facts

Every parent must know

Grim facts

Every parent must know



Red lights, gang fights

Brewing in the heat

Cop cars, gay bars

On your precious street

That ain't so neat



And I'm feeling itchy

Got a fire down below

I'm a walkin' loaded time bomb

Just about to blow

Tries to slide inside my pockets

But it's strictly SRO



Grim facts

Every parent got to know

Grim facts

Every parent got to know



Red lights, gang fights

Brewing in the heat

Cop cars, gay bars

On your precious street

That ain't so neat



Mm grim facts

You know, growing all the time

Mm grim facts

Real grim, yeah



Grim facts