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Only the strong survive |
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Living all these days for myself, not you |
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Mind your own business I do what I do |
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All of you who like to preach all day |
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Now hear what I have to say |
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The smell of leather makes me high |
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I feel good inside when you cry |
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nor remorse is felt when you sigh |
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because skin keeps me warm and dry |
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Chorus (2X) |
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To wear my boots, I'll take a hide |
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To feed my face, I'll kill with pride |
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In this world of survival |
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Those with strength will have no rival |
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I'll smile as I drive down the street |
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sitting in my car with plush leather seats |
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survival of the fittest and that is the beat |
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and I eat all of the meat |
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Don't get me wrong |
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I come from the streets |
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I'll tell you now it's strong over weak |
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You slow - you blow |
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and you will meet your defeat |
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Now you will understand |
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Chorus |
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You will understand now |