| Lyin' down below the trash in 13th Avenue
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| Billy’s hangin' out with cool 'bout to learn a thing or two
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| Gettin' high, no gettin' by, the price to take this ride
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| Like some street messiah sellin' peace, I bought in a vial
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| Why say what you mean?
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| Why stand for your dream?
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| They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
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| With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
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| It’s easy come and easy go
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| Dollar signs, white collar crime, the wicked seeds they sow
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| Wallow in the shallow mud of insincerity
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| Rooting with those pigs in shit, they’re sordid company
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| Why say what you mean?
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| Why stand for your dream?
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| They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
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| With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
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| They tear out the pages of names you can’t read
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| Inside gilded cages lie pigs at your feet
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| They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
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| With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
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| They tear out the pages of names you can’t read
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| Inside gilded cages lie pigs at your feet
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| Lie the pigs at your feet
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| Lie the pigs in the street
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| Lie the pigs at your feet |