| Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95
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| Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive
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| Used to warn you 'bout the Lower East Side at night
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| And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight
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| I remember sleepin' on the roof from June until the fall
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| Sister’d swat you with a stick, father’d slam you 'gainst the wall
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| All the cops were takin' bribes, all the bodies disappeared
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| Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer 'round here
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| So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school
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| Maybe crybaby’ll learn a thing or two
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| Yeah!
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| Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town
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| I got beat so many times 'til I learned to knock 'em down
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| Now I’m made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws
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| Built a house at nineteen 'cause at eighteen got the boot
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| So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues
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| Things ain’t what they used to be, don’t make 'em like they used to
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| Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death
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| It’s like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face
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| Smash up your fantasy — justice served, no one bleeds
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| I’m rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world (world! world!
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| world!)
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| And no one came along to pick me up off the curb
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| And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved
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| See I knew what I had to do, see some things I’ll never tell
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| I’ll take it with me to my grave, then I’ll burn my life in hell
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| And if you went to walk that mile, well, you’d be in for a surprise
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| Just a highway and a bind for hitchin' a ride
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| Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death
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| It’s like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face
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| Tear up your fantasy — peace kept, nobody beat
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| I’m rollin' up my sleeves — hey, where the hell you been?
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| Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win
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| The (?), we’re all just history
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| I cashed in, sold out, had nothin' left to cry about
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| I’d love to still believe there’s order in a lawless world (world! world! world! |