| Somewhere downtown a pretty girl kneels
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| Offers her soft lips and a handful of pills
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| Peels off her dress and then the rest of her skills
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| It buys what she wants and the rest she just steals
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| He speaks between deep swallows of rum
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| While her head is beating like a big bass drum
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| And she wishes he were mute and not just dumb
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| When the trick asked her quick, «Did you come?»
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| It’s a drag
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| Saluting that starry rag
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| I’d rather go blind
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| For speaking my mind
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| Or use it just like a gag
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| So raise it in anger
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| Just let it hang
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| American Gangster Time
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| He sits back and starts to invent
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| All about some Saigon correspondent
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| «'Til the carbine fell silent and spent
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| I never knew it could be so eloquent»
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| Next week there’ll be some fashionable new sin
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| For each harlot and each Puritan
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| Pull off their wings stick them on a pin
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| And just watch the money roll in
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| It’s a drag
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| Saluting that starry rag
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| I’d rather go blind
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| For speaking my mind
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| Or use it just like a gag
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| So raise it in anger
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| Just let it hang
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| American Gangster Time
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| What you got hidden up your sleeve?
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| The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave
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| When they say that you should flatter to deceive
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| Don’t count on any reprieve
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| The hands of the helpless are raised
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| Your dead little secrets are praised
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| The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
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| By the inches that you have erased
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| It’s a drag
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| Saluting that starry rag
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| I’d rather go blind
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| For speaking my mind
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| Or use it just like a gag
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| So raise it in anger
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| Just let it hang
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| American gangster time
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| Committing the perfect crime
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| In American Gangster Time
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| Here we go
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| Bye bye
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| American Gangster Time |