Problem Child
No mind, doesn't think at all
Problem child is no one's friend
Damn that kid, always in a fight
Problem child, just hates life
He lives a life in a state of fear
He has a knife that he keeps near
He's not the one that you want to meet
You don't want to see him on the street
Problem child just hates the world
When he was five years old
His mom burned his hand on the stove
Problem child never went to school
He just went out and broke all the rules
Problem child always crying
Stupid kid just wants to die
He's not the one that you want to meet
You don't want to see him on the street
Problem child has a brand new gun
And he's looking for you
Niño problema
No importa, no piensa en absoluto
El niño problema no es amigo de nadie
Maldito chico, siempre en peleas
Niño problema, simplemente odia la vida
Vive una vida en un estado de miedo
Tiene un cuchillo que mantiene cerca
No es alguien que quieras conocer
No quieres verlo en la calle
Niño problema simplemente odia el mundo
Cuando tenía cinco años
Su mamá le quemó la mano en la estufa
Niño problema nunca fue a la escuela
Simplemente salía y rompía todas las reglas
Niño problema siempre llorando
El estúpido chico solo quiere morir
No es alguien que quieras conocer
No quieres verlo en la calle
Niño problema tiene un arma nueva
Y te está buscando
Escrita por: Chett Lehrer / Danny Spira