Testo Gary

Don't name him Gary
I knew a Gary in school
He tried so hard to be cool
But kids can be so cruel

When I knew Gary
He liked climbing trees
But we were a hive of bees We stung him mercilessly

Poor little Gary
You could see it when we would sting
He'd spin on his broken wing
Kids say the damndest things

When I knew Gary
He'd beat on his brother's face
Under that old staircase
Just to give him a taste

Hurt people, hurt people
I hope you don't hurt anymore
I'm hoping you kept your heart open Like a Christmas Eve soup kitchen door
Hurt people, hurt people
I hope you don't hurt anymore

Maybe he's married
God, it would be such a relief
If somebody's giving him love
Like we gave him all that grief

But don't name him Gary
I know its your grandpa's name
But kids can be so lame
I still feel so ashamed
I hope he don't think I'm the same

Hurt people, hurt people
I hope you don't hurt anymore
I'm hoping you kept your heart open
Like a Christmas Eve soup kitchen door

And maybe sorry for me now is like a cup of cold coffee
It's bitter and old, and a little too late
But I'm trying to make right the shit that we put on your plate

Hurt people, hurt people
I hope you don't hurt anymore