| Art attacks from subway walls
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| Sprayed like bullets into concrete face
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| Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin'
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| Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits
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| Body guns loaded for a dime
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| See `em shed their celebrity skin
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| For a life of trash and crime
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| Cool Zero
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| You wanna know where the wild ones go
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| Cool Zero
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| You wanna know where the bodies are burned
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| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot
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| Cool Zero (Cool Zero) Cool Zero
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| Nothin' stops the hit parade
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| Money makers will be shaken down
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| Everywhere you go, fingers are snappin'
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| Commercial prophets shout revolution
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| Throwin' dirt upon a good mans name
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| Watch `em sell his soul for shoes
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| And dance upon his grave
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| In this junk food civilization
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| They will eat and not think twice
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| For a dance in the dragons jaws
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| They will gladly pay the price
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| An' eat their fill — Ooh, Ooh — Hey
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| Headlines turn in violent days
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| Run like blood across the printed page
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| Everywhere you look, atoms are smashin'
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| Politicians smilin' for the camera
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| And the pictures make you wanna scream
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| Maybe baby, we’ll just play it cool
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| Like Elvis at 19
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| Cool Zero (Cool Zero) Cool Zero …
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| From the album «Wide Awake In Dreamland»
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| Written by: Neil Geraldo & Myron Grombacher |