Blues Song.
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I’m tired of being picked on
I’m tired of being pushed around
I’m tired of people calling me names
And I’m tired of people laughing in in my face
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It makes me saaaaad
It makes me mad
Oh why am I always the target
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I go to the the drug store
To get a candy bar
The clerk looks at me out of contempt
And he throws it in my face
Why all this disrespect
It makes me cry
It makes me want to die
Chorus
It makes me saaad
It makes me mad
Oh why am I always the target
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I know I don’t need to put up with this
Save it for somebody else
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
That’s what’s where I’m headed
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Chorus
It makes me sad
It makes me mad
And one day people will get a pay back
Sweet revenge……………………………………………
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