| A generation lost in hell
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| An empty life not much to tell
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| Crime is on the up and up
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| But judge replies that’s tough luck
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| Life is school but it ain’t no weekend
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| And I reply don’t give in
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| Sometimes last and there I stay
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| Tell us master who’s the prey
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| Under the carpet they go
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| The young the weak and the old
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| Under the carpet they’re swept
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| You haven’t seen nothing yet!
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| Don’t forget that they don’t care bout us
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| The sense of us is so endearing
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| Fall in love another day
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| It’s time to watch and pave the way
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| No one moves at this old age
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| Plenty of hustle once its next day
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| Tell your kids they should pick it up
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| But turn around and say tough luck |