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This song is by 8 Days And Waiting.

Boyd was a cop on the L.A. beat
Saw the craziest things that you'd never believe
Half- faced teens without a lease on life
Coat hangered girls, panicked junkies running dry.
Flesh peeling from a rotting stain on the arm.

And punk rock bands that suck like mine.

Mom married Boyd when I was just a child
He raised me as his own told me stories late at night,
Stars in my head, until mom was bleeding on the phone
Spirits crushed by the flash, son I guess you're all alone.
Sweat my nights away Boyd's voice like an alarm.

Aren't you glad you stayed inside...