| See them rule these streets at night
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| Selling souls and dealing highs
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| Running with their smoking guns
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| Talking tough of damage done
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| Revolution in their minds
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| Only way they know is crime
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| Killing children with their fix
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| While they wear a crucifix
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| They are the voice
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| There is no choice
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| In the name of the father and the gun
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| Cities held by strangle hold
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| How to free them no one knows
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| There is no near end in sight
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| Those who try just lose the fight
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| Bonded by their colors worn
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| A violent way of life is born
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| Everyone’s your enemy
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| Addiction is pure slavery
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| Death on our streets
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| But no one speaks
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| In the name of the father and the gun
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| In the name of the father
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| In the name of all that’s wrong
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| All’s said and done
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| In the name of the gun
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| In the eyes of a guilty man
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| His work is done
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| Now there’s nowhere safe around
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| From the slums to chinatown
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| Home’s become a living hell
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| Take me to the wishing well
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| Get me off these streets of fear
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| Someone get me out of here
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| Turn my head and look away
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| Free me from the endless shame
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| Take me away
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| I will not pray
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| In the name of the father, and the gun… |