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Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees |
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Some signifying hack was scratching backs for fleas |
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Putting on their bad mouths on poor little me |
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Spreading ugly [Incomprehensible] like it's some horrible disease |
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He said that I said what I never did said |
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But I said that it's rare that it's over your head |
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Ask me a question, then print a lie |
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I cancelled all appointments having vowed that he will die |
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So I went to find the source of this malicious dirt |
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Having re-read the words and washed the blood from my shirt |
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When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree |
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With one dirty finger on a typewriter key |
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Sky is gray and the grass unseen |
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And you're the dumbest **** this city's ever seen |
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He was laughing, shaking, high up in a tree |
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But then he lost his balance and he fell down on his knees |
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So I leapt on that mother, my anger to appease |
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When I grabbed him by the throat, he said, "Oh, spare me please" |
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Sure as gullible as my name, I let him go back to the trees |
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And straight away the poisons flowing freely from the keys |
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The sky is gray and the grass unseen |
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And he's still the dumbest **** this concrete jungle's ever seen |
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That mother he was laughing, bathing in the heat |
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But then he slipped again and landed in the street |
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Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees |
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Nobody's seen that mother high in the fleas |
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But there's a new one in the obituaries |
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And it shows four stars where the name oughta be |
