| Ain’t nothing like the waves radiating from the basement
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| Ain’t nothing like that sticky black wave of isolation
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| This intimidation on these Roosevelt streets
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| Ain’t nothing like Sweathogs or Warriors to me
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| But you tell me you wanna go down
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| I’m just getting by
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| I’m pale and I’m quiet
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| I’m just killing time in the eye of the riot
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| Kiss your boy good-night as he descends to the bottom (good-night, dear boy)
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| Stretching out with some Quaaludes and some cotton (good-night)
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| And the next few years ain’t getting no better than this
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| And the burning’s gonna spread down
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| These thighs and up to these hips
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| 'Cause I’m just getting by
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| I’m pale and I’m quiet
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| I’m just killing time in the eye of the riot
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| And I never really wanted much to win
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| I just wanted some peace and quiet now and then
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| But they’re climbing in my walls
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| Scratching overhead
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| Waiting for me at the bus stop
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| And underneath my bed
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| And now I feel like a goddamn rag doll
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| Holding my insides in
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| I feel like a goddamned pinball
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| Boy, I ain’t no kind of man
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| I feel like pulling the chain and spiraling down
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| I feel like I’m suffocating here in this town
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| I am the Malthusian clown, whoa-oa-oah
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| I am the Malthusian clown, whoa-oa-oah
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| I’m just getting by
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| I’m pale and I’m quiet
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| I’m just killing time in the eye of the riot
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| I’m just getting by
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| I’m pale and I’m quiet
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| I’m just killing time in the eye of the riot
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| So if you wanna go down, down, down, down, down
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| I am the Malthusian clown, whoa-oa-oah
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| But if you’re already down
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| If you’re already down let me show you around |