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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Cheese
Richard Cheese
Performer
Bill Esparza
Bill Esparza
Saxophone
Brian Fishler
Brian Fishler
Drums
Denis Jiron
Denis Jiron
Trombone
Eric Jorgensen
Eric Jorgensen
Trombone
Larry Williams
Larry Williams
Trumpet
Lee Thornburg
Lee Thornburg
Trumpet
Louis Allen
Louis Allen
Bass
Mark Jonathan Davis
Mark Jonathan Davis
Vocals
Noel Melanio
Noel Melanio
Piano
Rob Izenberg
Rob Izenberg
Musician
Terry Landry
Terry Landry
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Cheese
Richard Cheese
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Dirado
Peter Dirado
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You gotta keep 'em seperated
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classrooms
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin', it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up
Bash it up
Hey, are you talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, are you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
L'chai-im
By the time you hear the sirens
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue, the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Hey, man are you talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, are you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em
Hey, hey, hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
Offspring
Written by: Richard Cheese
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