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Can't buy you cadillac a diamond ring there's no dough in the ghetto a nine to nine got a barmy life and i broke all thw windows we are the isolated ones we're gonna run run run get my loaded gun bel air mannequin's too good for me it walked by as if

Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine I know I'm gonna even that score - This time is for sure Say man haven't felt this bad - since 1984 So let's dance What

Don't believe in anything they say The day after yesterday is all it takes No good hands in all state A city a country it's all the same The less you have to say this band's name, the better Bomb city rocker from out of nowhere Not a chance to be sav

The UPS man just pulled up He dropped a package on the steps My ticket out is in that box Been waiting for a month I tore it up and ripped it out And slid on linoleum Unattached but I'm attached I roll around It's hot outside it's dead inside I'm out

You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm wa?hin the Detectives Listen to a record at the end of the world Blame it on cain Don't get belong we don'

Well ya left me dead and ya didn't wanna be my friend - Yeah, yeah do it again Rolled me over went threw my pocket and ran - Hey hey do it again Goin' back home but I have no home to go - No, No do it again Shootin' for the moon in a cannon face firs

I wanna be, I wanna be Cool just like you, yeah yeah I wanna big house, I wanna swimming pool I want some rich folks, I wanna a fast car too I have a tattoo, I have a bank account I wanna be, I wanna be Cool like you, yeah yeah Cool like you, yeah ye

I aint goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our flag is Jaks

Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins I point out the problem three fingers point

A fucking lie! this ain't reality A lie right down to your history Can't even cover up their mistakes How much more are you gonna take? Breaking bricks and breaking rocks All day to pay the rent The moon is full, the sun is down And we're running out

Billy said go get your gun There's a revolution going on Billy hooked up a gang of hood To this day, youngest guns Desperado's got nothin' Hang up high for anything Sioux will scalp ya, Apache roulette Bow your head and swing back Deadwood's hot as h

Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on Carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitze Completely smashed to bits Of kids, what about the future I thought that there was none Die Alone! A queens jubilee