| Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
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| Some signifying hack is scratching backs for fleas
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| Putting on their bad mouths for poor little me
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| Spreading ugly lies like it’s some horrible disease
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| He said that I said what I never did said
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| But I said that it’s rare that it’s over your head
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| Ask me a question, then print a lie
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| I cancelled all appointments having vowed that he will die
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| So I went to find the source of this malitious dirt
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| Having reread the words and wiped the blood from my shirt
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| When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree
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| With one bloody finger on a typewriter key
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| Sky is gray and the grass unseen
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| And you’re the dumbest **** this city’s ever seen
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| He was laughing, shaking, high up in a tree
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| But then he lost his balance and he fell down on his knees
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| So I leapt on that mother my anger to appease
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| When I grabbed him by the throat, he said «Oh spare me please»
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| Sure as gullible as my name I let him go back to the trees
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| And straight away the poisons flowing freely from the keys
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| The sky is grey and the grass unseen
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| And he’s still the dumbest **** this concrete jungle’s ever seen
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| That mother he was laughing, bathing in the heat
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| But then he slipped again and landed in the street
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| Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
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| Nobody’s seen that mother high in the fleas
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| But there’s a new one in the obituaries
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| And it shows four stars where the name oughta be |