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S.O.S
Frederick D. Perkins |
You would think me crazy
Would be my first guess
But, would someone please
Help me get out of this mess
I am an American
Being held hostage in America
By ignorance
Is it only me
Or does everyone see what I see
 S O S
I see a generation whose mind has been stolen
From hand held games
To super computer main frames
It's more important to score big time
Than to think of ways to better use your mind
Fashion has become a nightmare
There's a clown out there somewhere
Saying the way these kids wear their clothes
There's a copyright infringement somewhere
Shoes that light up, clothes that don't fit
Colors only a clown would wear
He would demand justice, from just us
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The word respect is in jeopardy of being dropped
It will be forgotten if this madness doesn't stop
There's no respect for life
There's no respect for husband or wife
There's no respect for the family life
Think me crazy if you will
But, I can no longer stand still
If you see what I see
Please help me
I'm an American
Being held hostage in America
By ignorance
S O S
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