Open Shoebox Let’s play “cops-and-robbers” “Good guys-and-bad guys” Let’s play “hide-and-seek” I’ll hide in your daddy’s closet Or we can snoop around I see an open shoebox There’s your daddy’s gun Freeze! This is a stick-up! It’s not pretend anymore I see blood on your shirt It’s only a game ‘Til somebody gets hurt Stop your kiddin’ around now Can your mom take me home? You’re scarin’ me a little ‘Cause your face is stone cold It’s not pretend anymore There's blood on your shirt It’s only a game ‘Til somebody gets hurt Wait ‘til my mom finds out I’ll be grounded for sure I’m in trouble now ‘Cause somebody got hurt We were having fun Just messin’ around With your daddy’s gun Then there was a loud sound It’s not pretend anymore I see blood on your shirt It’s only a game ‘Til somebody gets hurt It’s not pretend anymore I see blood on your shirt It's only a game Then somebody got hurt Somebody got hurt Somebody got hurt ©2005 Michael B. Nahmias