| Standing on the edge of this town
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| Hiding in the septic underground
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| The whole world above me
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| And every bodies running my way
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| Scalping tickets the the sold out judgment day
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| A new revolution
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| But what is the price you’ll pay?
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| Well I don’t care if they run me from town
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| I need some red hot rock’n’roll
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| And I need it now
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| Showdown in Central Park
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| We’re gonna show you the way that we’ll
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| Blow your brains out
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| Spine is breaking and my fingers bleed
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| But we can put it all on the line for a shot at the big time
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| We’ll take you to the streets tonight
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| Hit’em with a left and right
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| We’ll make you our solider
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| In the army of rock’n’roll
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| Finally gonna take control
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| Forget what they told ya
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| Forget everything you know
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| Well I don’t care if they tell me to stop
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| I’ll ride the rail way all the way straight to the top
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| Showdown in Central Park
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| We’re gonna show you the way that we’ll
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| Blow your brains out
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| Spine is breaking and my fingers bleed
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| But we can put it all on the line for a yeah we try to keep our cool but we’re
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| out of our minds and it is showtime…
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| Showdown in Central Park
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| We’re gonna show you the way that we’ll
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| Blow your brains out
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| Spine is breaking and my fingers bleed
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| But we can put it all on the line
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| Yeah we can put it all on the line
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| Yeah we might fuck it up but we had a good time
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| Whoa yeah |