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[ti:A Lawless World] |
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[ar:Mischief Brew] |
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[al:The Stone Operation] |
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Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95 |
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Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive |
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Used to warn you 'bout the Lower East Side at night |
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And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight |
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I remember sleepin' on the roof from June until the fall |
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Sister'd swat you with a stick, father'd slam you 'gainst the wall |
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All the cops were takin' bribes, all the bodies disappeared |
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Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer 'round here |
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So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school |
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Maybe crybaby'll learn a thing or two |
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Yeah! |
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Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town |
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I got beat so many times 'til I learned to knock 'em down |
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Now I'm made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws |
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Built a house at nineteen 'cause at eighteen got the boot |
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So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues |
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Things ain't what they used to be, don't make 'em like they used to |
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Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death |
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It's like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face |
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Smash up your fantasy - justice served, no one bleeds |
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I'm rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world (world! world! world!) |
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And no one came along to pick me up off the curb |
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And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved |
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See I knew what I had to do, see some things I'll never tell |
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I'll take it with me to my grave, then I'll burn my life in hell |
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And if you went to walk that mile, well, you'd be in for a surprise |
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Just a highway and a bind for hitchin' a ride |
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Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death |
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It's like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face |
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Tear up your fantasy - peace kept, nobody beat |
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I'm rollin' up my sleeves - hey, where the hell you been? |
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Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win |
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The (?), we're all just history |
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I cashed in, sold out, had nothin' left to cry about |
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I'd love to still believe there's order in a lawless world (world! world! world!) |
