| It’s about punks, skins, straights
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| I was walking along the street, minding my own affair
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| Suddenly, two policemen grabbed me and I wasn’t aware
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| They said, «Is your name Mensi?» |
| I said, «Why, sure»
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| He says, «You're the punk that I’ve been waiting for
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| You’re nicked»
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| Better the devil you know
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| Confess, I guess I was the lesser of the two evils
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| Convalesce about the stress the test caused
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| Had me up and on the board
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| Now I’m chairman of the board, I’m coming back for sequels
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| Do you ever really think you’ve won?
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| Nah, you’re feeble, nothing on this far-gone son
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| Or his people know nothing of the shit I’ve done
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| Sailed the seven seas to catch a breeze
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| And took it back home in a trunk
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| Met a matador who said his wild woman is more
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| Terrifying than any red bull that he saw
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| Set a sail, set a rail, met them kings and queens
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| There’s so many trust just the amphetamines
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| Well, her dream would’ve been that the boy’s got clean
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| That her father never got his heart
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| Caught up in the man’s machine
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| But it seems, even if I go away
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| There’s always a part of me willing to stay
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Underground travel in overcast weather
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Maybe one day things will get better
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| (Check, check, check, check
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| One, two, three, kick)
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| I met gods and monsters, women from Wisconsin
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| Swimming in linen with another that’s not their partner
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| Chicago beats, a bass drum; |
| on my journey, I met Ernie
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| Showed me spots where Al Capone got drunk
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| I’m a lover, I’m a brother and a son
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| I’m a traitor and I’m on the run, watch 'em come
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| As she said while she driving in her car
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| «Katie's drunker than the bar»
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| She’s been smacking hard shoulders since before she’s legal
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| I’m a dragnet running through the city of sin
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| And he’s a hard-done bastard taking it in
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| Well, I see what I say, save it on the way
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| You can’t sit and bawl but they’re bawling away
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| Well, she’s cried all the tears for all of their fears
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| Well, she run away, she set the place
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| Now we’ll never see is the fears
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| Take it as she’s seen it, get away
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| Well, there’s always a part of her, she’s willing to stay
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Underground travel in overcast weather
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Maybe one day things will get better
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| Run, run, boy-o, chase it to the border, border
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| Shoulda oughta sorta told her I was cannon fodder
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| Would’ve if I could’ve screamed to her, shout and holler
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| Then I could’ve saved the girl from the man’s machine
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| Run boy-o, chase it to the border, border
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| Shoulda oughta sorta told her I was cannon fodder
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| Would’ve if I could’ve screamed to her, shout and holler
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| Then I could’ve saved the girl from the man’s machine
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Underground travel in overcast weather
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| All we’ve got to keep us together
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| Stone, glass, concrete and gravel
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| Maybe one day things will get better |