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Oh, come all you children |
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Don't grab that scabby hand |
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It belongs to |
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Mr. Sniff and |
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TellIt belongs to the |
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Candy manDon't whore your little body |
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The worms of paradise |
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Like Everest, it's fatal |
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Its peaks are cold as ice |
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They're riding on the subway |
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They're riding on the street |
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They'll ride you down to the gutter |
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They'll ride you off your feet |
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Gonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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CityYeah, an' piss on the icon monster |
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Whose guitars bequeath you pain |
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They'll face you down to their level |
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With their addictions and their fast lanes |
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Corrupt with shaky visions |
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And crack and coke and alcohol |
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They're just a bunch of assholes |
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With butt holes for their brains |
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You can't keep on riding |
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The pain you know so well |
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They'll ride you down to the gutter |
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Then they'll ride you down to hell |
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Gonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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CityAnd you the master dealer |
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May death be on your brow |
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May razors slash your mainline |
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I'm calling you out right now |
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May all your vilest nightmares |
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Consume your shrunken head |
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May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia |
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Dance upon your stinking bed |
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Don't look at me you fuck head |
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This nation's turning blue |
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Its stink it fouls the highways |
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Its filth it sticks like glue |
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Gonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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CityThey'll bury you in velvet |
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And place you underground |
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The hatred of yourself |
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And the sufferings that conspire |
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To take your little body |
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And throw it to the fools |
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Only your mind can take you out of this |
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Only your mind or death |
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I'm riding on the subway |
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The subway down to hell |
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I've finished with this journey |
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Though I seem to know it well |
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Gonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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CityGonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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CityGonna hit |
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Crack City |
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Hit Crack |
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City |
