| The heavy gangster helps himself,
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| Don’t have time for no one else,
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| Brittle bones and rotten veins,
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| Celebrate ill gotten gains,
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| No time for justice,
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| Or sweetness and light
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| How does he thrust his weakness aside?
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| The grass is hissing to disallow
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| This misappropriation now
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| Hold up, it’s day light robbery
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| Hold up, you’re bleeding us dry
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| Hold up, you’re making a mockery
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| Hold up, disorganised crime
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| Send men to hunt them
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| And bring them to trial
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| No room to function
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| With dogs running wild
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| Holding us hostage
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| Spreading their germs
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| Rebellious rich kids
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| with money to burn
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| Hold up, it’s day light robbery
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| Hold up, you’re bleeding us dry
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| Hold up, you’re making a mockery
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| Hold up, disorganised crime
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| Kiss it goodbye
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| Hold up, that’s day light robbery
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| Hold up, he’s bleeding you dry
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| Hold up, you’re making a mockery
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| Hold up, disorganised crime
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| Hold up, it’s day light robbery
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| Hold up, youre bleeding us dry
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| Hold up, you’re making a mockery
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| Hold up, disorganised crime
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| Kiss it goodbye |