johnny's a bit slow, can't tie his own laces
so give him velcro instead
he can't handle a knife and a fork
let him eat with his hands
our johnny will never go very far
maybe just as far as the local pub
he'll never be a shining star
nor president of the debate club
the poor kid just couldn't manage to read
so put him in front of the telly
he'll always be a little short on love
he thinks he knows what he deserves
and anyone can use a gun
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any monkey can pull a trigger. not every monkey can communicate. what can we expect from a country where education is replaced by laws or religion (which is the same thing, really)? what have we done to ourselves?
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