| When the neon lights shine down
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| And there’s no one else around
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| Whatcha gonna do when the clock strikes two
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| And all the freaks come out
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| On the ave…
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| When you’re on the ave…
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| Now I got a reason for breathin
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| Goodbye Hollywood and hello Cleveland
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| I didn’t tell my girl I was leavin
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| Packed my bags, jumped in the Lincoln
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| Suicide doors more to the meaning
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| Four on the floor, three on the tree and
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| I’m doin' speed on the 405 freeway
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| Officer give a white boy some leeway
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| Downtown with the he-say she-say
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| Don’t mean nothin cause the he-she's cliche
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| Downtown where your dreams just decay
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| $ 40 for a $ 20 for a BJ
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| But uptown they play my CD’s
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| Girls wanna fuck me, boys wanna be me
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| Who’s Mickey, she said, and smiled in a special way
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| Now I’m gonna keep on creepin'
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| Latchkey kids gettin' high all weekend
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| Lookin past the hood of my Fleetwood
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| Jesus on the dash and the king on the speaker
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| You can find me in the back of the theater like
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| Pee Wee Herman, holdin my weiner
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| I ain’t seen her since the milk went bad
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| And I didn’t mean to beat her is what I told her dad.
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| Round town it’s a stone cold fact
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| Avalon got a gun in his lap
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| Round town you can hear the clap
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| When I take the stage, and shake my ass
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| Out of town you can feel the heat
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| When my bus pulls up and steals your freaks
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| Out of town you can feel the noise
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| Come on girls, rock your boys!
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| Now I’m gonna speak on freedom
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| Do what you like fuck other people
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| They tell you what you’re supposed to do
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| How about your girl do me, and you do you
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| Now kick rocks before you get shot
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| In the back of the head all you heard was POP
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| Goes to weasel cause the weasel smoke rock
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| Hypodermic needle paramedic on the block
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| Chop your body up, drop it off the dock
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| Why you gotta go and call the mothafuckin cops?
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| It’s too late babe it could’ve been great
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| But you had to go and stab me in the back with a steak knife
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| Late night, waste away
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| Chain smokin' til the drapes turn grey
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| Cocaine helps me face the day
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| And then the pills wash the pain away
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| I won’t be blamed for your mistakes
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| Burned at the stake
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| For God’s sake |