"Grim Facts" lyrics

The boy's got problems
The boy's got stress
The boys got 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 got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She likes to brush across my Levis
Likes to watch him grow

Grim facts every parent better know
Grim facts every parent better know

Red lights
Gang fights
Brewin' in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat

Sister's on the street now
Lookin' for some Joe
Only got about an hour
To pay for her new nose
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
Brewin' in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat

And I am feelin' 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 gotta know
Grim facts every parent gotta know

Red lights
Gang fights
Brewin' in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat

Ooh, grim facts