| All your two-bit friends
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| They’re shootin' you up with pills
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| They said that it was good for you
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| That it would cure your ills
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| I don’t care just where it’s at
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| I’m just like an alley cat
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| And when you’re filled up to here with hate
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| Don’t you know you gotta get it straight
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| Filled up to here with hate
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| Beat her black and blue and get it straight
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| Do, do, do, do, do, do
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| When you’re lookin' through the eyes of hate
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| All your two-bit friends
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| They asked you for your autograph
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| They put you on the stage
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| They thought it’d be good for a laugh
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| But I don’t care just where it’s at
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| 'Cause honey, I’m just like an alley cat
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| And when you’re filled up to here with hate
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| Don’t you know you gotta get it straight
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| Filled up to here with hate
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| Beat her black and blue and get it straight
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| Uh-huh
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| Oh, Jim
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| How could you treat me this way
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| How could you treat me this way
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| Oh, Jim
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| How could you treat me this way
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| Hey, hey
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| How could you treat me this way
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| You know you broke my heart
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| Ever since you went away
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| Now you said that you love us
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| But you only make love to one of us
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, Jim
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| How could you treat me this way
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| You know you broke my heart
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| Ever since you went away
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you’re looking through the eyes of hate
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |