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A life of work, is a life of crime. You pay your taxes, you serve your time. And all that money, where does it go?. Schools, prisons, hospitals, roads And Government funding of military science. G
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Dealers keep dealin'. Thieves keep thievin'. Whores keep whorin'. Junkies keep scorin' Trade is on the meat rack. Strip joints full of hunchbacks. Bitches keep bitchin'. Clap just keeps itchin'
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Everyone sees, diseased or broken. Holes in their arms, they got cocaine eyes. Self mutilation is self surveillance. Wanna get to heaven, you gotta die Here she comes, here she comes. She's crawle
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In a world full of strangers. I've been looking for a friend. I see people get things even. I see loneliness and pain. I've been dying, I've been crying. Lord you know I've been trying. But it's
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I'm gonna tell you the truth, truth about you. Truth about you, you never been true. You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say. Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away I'm gonna tell you the
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Dealers keep dealin'. Thieves keep thievin'. Whores keep whorin'. Junkies keep scorin'. Trade is on the meat rack. Strip joints full of hunchbacks. Bitches keep bitchin'. Clap keeps itchin'. .
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Dealers keep dealin'. Thieves keep thievin'. Whores keep whorin'. Junkies keep scorin' Trade is on the meat rack. Strip joints full of hunchbacks. Bitches keep bitchin'. Clap just keeps itchin'
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Everyone sees, diseased or broken. Holes in their arms, they got cocaine eyes. Self mutilation is self surveillance. Wanna get to heaven, you gotta die Here she comes, here she comes. She's crawle
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Gun metal skies, broken eyes. Claustrophobic concrete, English high-rise. Exterminate the underclass, exterminate the telepaths. No civil disobedience, no civil disobedience Incubating ultra-violen
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Are you solid. Are you solid as a rock. Have you a strong foundation. Or can your soul be bought. It ain't true that. Everybody's got a price. I sing this song for everyone. Who stands up for t
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I get sick of livin' in the city. Everyone's a liar and a thief. If the cancer don't, the tax man's gonna get you. If the women don't, the doctors let you bleed I don't wanna hang around with you.
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Just what is it that you want to do?. We wanna be free. We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. And we wanna get loaded. And we wanna have a good time That's what we're gonna do. No way baby let
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I get sick of livin' in the city. Everyone's a liar and a thief. If the cancer don't, the tax man's gonna get you. If the women don't, the doctors let you bleed I don't wanna hang around with you.
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This radio station was named Kowalski. In honor of the last American hero to whom. Speed means freedom of the soul. The question is not when he's gonna stop. But who is gonna stop him Like Kowalsk
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Scratchin' like a tom cat. Got a monkey on my back. I'm gonna push and pull. And howl like wolf. And drive my Cadillac I've got medication, honey. I've got wings to fly. I've got horse hoof tea.
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Gun metal skies, broken eyes. Claustrophobic concrete, English high-rise. Exterminate the underclass, exterminate the telepaths. No civil disobedience, no civil disobedience Incubating ultra-violen
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Sunrise, wrong side of another day. Sky high six thousand miles away. Don't know how long I've been awake. Wound up in an amazin' state Sunrise, wrong side of another day. Sky high six thousand mi
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They tore down the Berlin wall. They let the hammer and sickle fall. They fitted me for a uniform. Had it ready the day I was born I destroy everyone I love. I destroy everything I touch I don't o
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Scratchin' like a tom cat. Got a monkey on my back. I'm gonna push and pull. And howl like wolf. And drive my Cadillac I've got medication, honey. I've got wings to fly. I've got horse hoof tea.
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I got Jesus in my head like a stinger. He moves from tree to tree. In the back of my mind. A ragged shadowy figure. I got Him I got original sin. I got original sin. I got original sin. I got o
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Sunrise, wrong side of another day. Sky high six thousand miles away. Don't know how long I've been awake. Wound up in an amazin' state Sunrise, wrong side of another day. Sky high six thousand mi
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Just what is it that you want to do?. We wanna be free. We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. And we wanna get loaded. And we wanna have a good time That's what we're gonna do. No way baby let
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