| Way you’re up there on the street
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| With gun up your sleeve
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| And your favorite Napoleon hat
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| You make blame at your kind
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| Just don’t kill us
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| And I got no problem with that
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| But all the things you do
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| From the vile that you spew
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| Is dribbling down to my heart
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| I’ve seen 'bout all I can stand
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| Of your particular brand
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| And now it’s time someone took that part
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think that you’ve been served
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| All that you deserve
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| And then some
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| So point your missiles at me
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| It doesn’t matter
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| You said you’ll fix this world
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| But it just seems to get sadder
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| Guess I can stay and wait
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| For everything to get great
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| But life is really not good on my block
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| Now something’s coming for you
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| And it’s long overdue
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| So I can sit here unwinding this clock
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think that you’ve been served
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| All that you deserve
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| And then some
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| So point your missiles at me
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| It doesn’t matter
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| We’ve given you our world
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| But you won’t quit till it’s shattered
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| (Don't you think, don’t you think
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| Don’t you think)
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| So after you and your pals
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| Have finished lootin' my house
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| And all the money’s safe in your sacks
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| I’m sure that no one would grieve
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| If you just pack up and leave
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| And pinky promise you’ll never come back
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| find a new retreat
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| Weighing high while your conscience turns black
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| But I think maybe you’re crazy
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| And there ain’t no hiding from that
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think your time’s come
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| I think that you’ve been served
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| All that you deserve
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| And then some
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| So point your missiles at me
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| It doesn’t matter
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| You said you’ll fix this world
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| But it just seems to get sadder
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| We’ve given you our world
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| But you won’t quit till it’s shattered |