Grim Facts Lyrics

The boy's got problems
The boy's got stress
The boy's 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's got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She likes to brush across my Levis
She likes to watch him grow
Grim Facts - every parent better know
Grim Facts - every parent better know

Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat

Sister's on the street now
Looking 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 better know
Grim facts - every parent better know

Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
Ready to eat

And I'm feeling 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 better know
Grim facts - every parent better know

Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat

Mmm Grim facts, you know, growing all the time
Mmm Grim facts, real grim Yeah
Grim Facts