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I woke up in a cold sweat |
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Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net |
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Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand |
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There aint no judge this is no man's land |
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It's Sick |
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City Sick |
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City Sick |
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City's got seven sins |
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No place where the conscience wins |
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Misery may be mother |
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One beggar can beg from another |
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Strike with the sword |
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Stricken with the scabbard |
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You won't get far climbing the ladder |
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Gotta take care of necessities |
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Caring for people's a luxury |
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Make sure you get what you need |
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So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed |
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Sick City's got seven sins |
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No place where the conscience wins |
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Sick City's got a sacred secret |
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Save your breath to cool your broth |
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Sick city... swollen land |
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Grease on the palm or a broken arm |
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Sick City has a special flavor |
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A brand new way to love thy neighbor |
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Sick City's got a sacred secret |
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Your guts get full don't drag your legs |
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In Sick City you're better off dead |
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Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head |
