You gotta keep 'em separated.
Like the latest fashion;
Like a spreading disease;
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom,
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease.
The gangs stake out their own campus locale.
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal.
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix,
They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up...
Hey! Man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey! Man you disrespecting me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated.
Hey, they don't pay no mind.
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time.
Hey. Come out and play!
By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late.
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail;
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste.
It goes down the same as the thousands before.
No one's getting smarter,
No one's learning to score.
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope tie your own rope tie your own.
Hey! Man you disrespecting me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated.
Hey! Man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated.
Hey, they don't pay no mind.
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time.
Hey, come out and play!
It goes down the same as the thousands before.
No one's getting smarter,
No one's learning to score.
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope tie your own rope tie your own.
Hey! Man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey! Man you disrespecting me?
Take him out.
You gotta keep 'em separated.
Hey, they don't pay no mind.
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time.
Hey. Come out and play!
[Enter Guild Name Here] -- Now in Funk'n Quake flavor!
