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Bloody nose, like people stub toes Got a fat lip every other week Learned to breath through the wrong end of a sleeping bag Learned to read the bible superglued to my hand It's not called abuse It's called sibling rivalry And it's always three against me Three against me No one calls it hate when it's your brothers It's called tough love and accepted by the neighbors It's not called a hate crime, it's just what my brothers did to pass the time One hundred fist salute Saturday morning A steel toe to the shin Saturday night Mustard up the nose while I was sleeping Wake up with Tobasco in my eye It's not called abuse It's called sibling rivalry And it's always three against me Three against me No one calls it hate when it's your brothers Closed door and a blind eye by my parents SongtexteIt's not called a hate crime, it's just what my brothers did to kill When I found a train ticket next om the bed Next to a note that read If I had any respect I wouldn't think about visiting, writing or calling In fact any communication would be deleted or hung up All letters would be torn Who would correspond with someone who was never born? Aus Songtexte Mania