| Urchin from the gutter, in this town you’ll go far
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| From tender age you’ve built the rage, who cares who you are?
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| We’ll gather up the children, put Walkmen in their ears
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| Singing soon a different tune, we’ll give you purpose down here
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| We’re plying them with Pepsi cola, Gameboy on demand
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| Training hard and wearing masks, they’ll get radical on our command
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| Soon they’re stealing TVs, automatic VCRs
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| Wearing Jordans, striking out, a ninja school is what we are
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| Don’t make me tell you twice
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| Play the deadly game
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| A word to the unwise
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| It’ll all go down in flames
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| We started the fire that burned this city down
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| We started the fire that stopped the world from spinning 'round
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| We control the subway system, our clothes are black
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| Mr. Big rewards the kids, they’re drinking Tab and snorting crack
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| It’s written in the pogs you know, the end is drawing nigh
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| Mark the ruins Zero Year for nineteen eighty-nine
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| Roughing up commuters, the gutter is our bed
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| There’s a flaming arrow pointing to here and now, it’s in our head
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| Danger in our mission, so you better bring a rope
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| You may have to scale a building, or have somebody by the throat
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| Gutter snipe- rule the streets, Savage
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| Digs- under siege, Hitting hard- killer
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| Teens, and now we’re, Arsonists-
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| Stealing cars- Murderers- burning bars
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| Perjurers- sexual |