"Bedroom Battlefield" The Boyhood Saga
Once there was a boy,
guns and swords gave him pure joy.
He dream'd of war.
Thunder and flashes would come from behind his door.
"Charge," he cried from atop his bed.
Men dying around him for his stead.
Stabbing and shooting shadows around his room.
He filled his enemies' hearts full of doom.
Backed into a corner, all almost lost.
He would make his stand no matter the cost.
Both barrels point blank range,
this love of carnage in him no one could change.
"Die clown", he screamed cigar between his teeth.
"Mess with me, you will end up six feet beneath."
No one could stop him in this bedroom battlefield.
No one I tell you, there is no counting the men he has killed.