But Ronald never eats McDonald´s
He prefers running away
Ronald only cares about his own ass
At streets earns money with illegal stuff
"Is only illegal if you get caught"
He is the one that sell most part of drugs
In the suburbs of Frisco you can watch him work
Oh, Ron Ron Ron, feels so wrong
Oh, Ron Ron Ron, feels so wrong
With sixteen years old Ronald runs away from home
Mama works on the kitchen, Papa is not known
He comes back twice a week cause he feels alone
But he shouts:"Mama I want food, come on!"
*Poor Ron, is not his fault
Being called with the same name
Of his favourite drink
Poor Ron stuck in drugs
He writes "anger" on the cigarette
And smokes his feeling away
Poor Ron feels wrong.
He only likes being smiled at, by his little sister
But never smile her back, he feels like a mister
Ron doesn´t know what virginity is, he´s a fucker
Never mind it, just to let you know, Ron feels wrong
Ron has saw things he rather forget
Well he walks with people without regrets
He never met love, he thinks "dude, what for?"
He sees girls like boobs and pretty faces, so cruel
*Poor Ron, is not his fault
Being called with the same name
Of his favourite drink
Poor Ron stuck in drugs
He writes "anger" on the cigarette
And smokes his feeling away
Poor Ron feels wrong.
Original song written by: Maria Dillon.
