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You're gonna have to take him away, cause he don't wanna leave Charlie's such a good boy, a good boy Mamma's crying out, "Where's he hiding?" Charlie's such a good boy, good boy. And now he's sleeping at home in his rocket ship bed Why does being good feel so damn bad? He stares at a picture of his run away dad shines his flashlight steady. Kid, you're such an easy target, without a rebel bone. You're so compliant, quiet as a stepping stone. Did he give you the love you were yearning for? Did he give you what you need? Have you heard the headlines on Blackberry street There lived a kid out there in number 523 He came home smelling of old shaving cream He began to act out. He became a little devil, BB gun to the birds and he spit out the F and the S and D-words His mamma asked the priest and the priest replied, "He used to be an angel, mam, Ya, I don't know why." You can keep a secret right? Right. I can trust you with my life? Right. I don't get no sleep at night, Night. You can keep a secret right? (Dank an Jim für den Text) From Letras Mania