Lyrics Grim Facts - Alice Cooper

The boy's got problems
The boy's got stress
The boy's got a .38 hidden in his desk
The boy's got a chickie
With four months to go
Grim facts
Every parent better know
The girl's a heavy teaser
Wants to do a private show
Got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She likes to brush across my Levis
Likes to watch him grow
Grim facts
Every parent better know
Grim facts
Every parent better know
Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
Sister's on the street now
Looking for some Joe
Only got about an hour
To pay for her new nose
She gets a hundred for her body
A nickel for her soul
These are grim facts
Every parent must know
Grim facts
Every parent must know
Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
And I'm feeling itchy
Got a fire down below
I'm a walkin' loaded time bomb
Just about to blow
Tries to slide inside my pockets
But it's strictly SRO
Grim facts
Every parent got to know
Grim facts
Every parent got to know
Red lights, gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars, gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
Mm, grim facts
You know, growing all the time
Mm, grim facts
Real grim, yeah
Grim facts