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An amazing song by Rare Americans. If you'd like to know (some of) the lyrics, here they are! Brittle Bones Nicky was crafty and shifty and that son of a bitch was gold Yeah, that son of a bitch was gold Wires got crossed when I was about 3 Dad had bloody heavy hands, used them on me My mamma? Bless her heart, 'cause she gave me a start She got killed, bad man, dad stiffed in a scam Grew up in the system, bounced, couple homes This woman Mary, gifted me hand-me-down clothes Shy at the start, 'til this guy named Shifty Who had 100 pounds on me called me "Brittle Bones Nicky" A target aimed straight at my face Big house of kids, cred is cake Rounded up a couple bucks, got it freshly baked Sat down to dinner Put it right in his face Right in his fucking face. (In his face! You're not gonna push me around (Nooo!) I cannot put the whole song, Cuz i can only add 1500 characters. Sorry! Look it up on google.
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