Bekännelser av en dyslektiker

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Life's gonna suck when you grow up,
when you grow up, when you grow up
Life's gonna suck when you grow up,
it sucks pretty bad right now

_{^{Hey, if you know the words, sing along}}

You're gonna have to mow the lawn,
do the dishes, make your bed
You're gonna have to go to school
until you're seventeen

_{^{It's gonna seem about tree times as long as that}}

You might have to go to war,
shoot a gun, kill a nun
You might have to go to war
when you get out of school

Hey cheer up kids, it gets a lot worse

You're gonna have to deal with stress,
deal with stress, deal with stress
You're gonna be a giant mess
when you get back from the war

Santa Claus does not exist, and there is no Easter Bunny
You'll find out when you grow up that Big Bird isn't funny

Life's gonna suck when you grow up,
when you grow up, when you grow up
Life's gonna suck when you grow up,
it sucks pretty bad right now

You're gonna end up smoking crack,
on you're back, face the fact
You're gonna end up hooked on smack
AND THEN YOU´RE GONNA DIE
AND THEN YOU´RE GONNA DIE

Denis Leary