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Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street |
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It's a neighborhood war better lock that door |
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Flesh and blood and cold concrete |
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Baby can't make it. Baby can't make it |
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Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night |
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Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite |
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RAGE! |
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Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night |
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In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight |
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Baby can't make it! Baby can't make it! |
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RAGE! |
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Where is the heartbeat? |
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Not up elite street beating down the little guy |
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The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie! |
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RAGE! |
