| Downtown to the courthouse
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| For some pass-the-buck justice
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| It’s a knock-down, drag 'em out, beat 'em up, mace the crowd
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| Strip search, busted
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| Can’t control the fire
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| Coming through barbed wire
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| It’s a junkyard, live hard, bear the scars of broke and charred
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| Sellers and buyers
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| So when all is said and done
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| Watch out, 'cause here they come
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| Shadows of the night
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| It’s the last of the old ways
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| It’s the wave of the new age
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| Computerized, digitized, money markets, mechanized
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| Internet highway
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| Infected by the needy
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| Neglected by the greedy
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| Chaos, blood loss, nickel bagging debutants
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| Looking for a freebie
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| We got radio silence
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| Another act of violence
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| Backstage, spray paint, security in rollerskates
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| Beating on a new dance
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| Going down on a choker
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| Stun gun smoker
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| Open range, who’s game, shoot until the scream of pain
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| Never getting older |