| This is a city that’s gritty
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| it isn’t just pretty shitty
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| There’s a contagion that’s making people feel a little issy!
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| Brains on the pavement
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| I say that’s making a statement
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| about the way that the state
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| has laid us to waste
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| This woman is pushing a pram
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| but i’m in a rush and she’s gonna get rammed!
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| You may think i’m a sick man
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| but it’s a game of survival
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| and it can!
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| My aim is to stay alive’a
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| and faint this plague of rivals
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| I’m a late arrival
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| and i’d like to trade for a great big rifle
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| It’s the end of days
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| so take your bible straight to the final page
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| and cry or maybe try to slay these guys and ladies
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| in a blazing fireball
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| it’s freightful
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| but i stick a fork or a knife in your eyeball
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| have you tried the pie?
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| it’s to die for
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| it’s not my fault
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| theres this irritating
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| freak n' he’s attatched to my car
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| leap to the passenger side
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| he’s getting smacked with the bar!
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| I’m maxin' an action star!
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| but now i’ve crashed and im trapped in my car
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| what happened up in awful head
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| i’m sure i’ve been here before in the walking dead |