| Too much fighting in the streets
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| We don’t recognize who we’re for
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| I see you and you see me
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| We just fight, just like fun
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| What can you do when you’re in the dumps
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| Social stature to pick it out
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| Obey the rules, keep in line
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| Do what they want, and everything’s fine
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| Do what they say, and maybe someday
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| I’ll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to
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| There are grunts saying it’s always fine
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| But they’re sure, to stab your back
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| Use your fists, that’s what they’re for
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| Use your fists or they’ll close the door
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| See the rich, they’re so neat
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| See the poor, living on the streets
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| The rich have everything to survive
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| The poor have to fight to stay alive
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| Do what they say, and maybe someday
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| I’ll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to |