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  1. Tyrone
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Lyrics

They sent Tyrone away or so the counselors say
When they sent Tyrone away were you happy or afraid?

Placed him into quarters with grown men
Fractured his knee caps, punctured his skin
Well they took Tyrone away, on his 13th birthday
Do you think he's gone to stay?

Sent him off to therapy to write a letter or two
The ink burned the paper with the hate he spewed
Doctor read it quietly, then looked up from the page
Said, “my this boy’s got problems”
I think it's best he stayed
I think it's best he stayed

Yeah they sent Tyrone away to make him obey
When they sent Tyrone away was it wrong to celebrate?

Dead man walking, down the dimly lit hall
Fists upon his head, violations that can't be said
Well, Tyrone gets out today on his 18th birthday.
Do you think he's back to stay?

Sent him off to therapy, to write a letter or two
The ink burned the paper, with all the pain he spewed
Doctor read it quietly, then looked up from the page
Said, “son you've got problems”
I think it's best you stayed.

© Frank Martin, 2015