| «There must be some way outta here,»
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| Said the Joker to the Thief
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| «There must be some way outta here, this place…»
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| Said the clown to the crook
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| «There's so much hustle and bustle
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| So much disgusting and, my man, its got me shook.»
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| «See, they come in with their suits and their ties
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| They hollow my bottles and step on my pride
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| Hop in their SUVs and ride, damn.»
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| «They trample my earth
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| I rant and I curse
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| But there ain’t no gettin' across
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| See they don’t know what it’s worth.»
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| «Or they do, but they don’t care.»
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| «Super sized -- terrified, way more than their share
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| But my share, they don’t share, I’m scared.»
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| «I'm only halfway past the righteous type
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| But I’m thinkin' like Bronson
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| And I’m gonna take one of their righteous lives!»
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| «Now calm down,» the crook spoke
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| Lit up a smoke
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| Ashed it in the cuff of his jeans
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| And cleared his throat
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| Like, (*coughs*)
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| «While this cigarette is killing me, its calming me.»
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| «Most these people see this life as comedy
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| But not me. |
| And not you.»
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| «Appreciate your vision.»
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| «I waste my breath on cigarettes
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| You waste your breath on people who don’t wanna listen.»
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| «See, we ain’t got a pot to piss in and we cool with that
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| But keep in mind that most people see us as rats.»
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| «And I ain’t saying you shouldn’t try and let 'em know
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| But you know what ignorance is--
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| If you was happy would you let it go?»
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| He stood up, his pointer finger pressed right next to his ear
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| «Your next world war and your revolution’s right here.»
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| «Yeah that, or you should kill us all.»
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| «My last request?»
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| «Triple Rock homie, last call.»
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| All along the watchtower, watch how we knocks our, sweet, incomplete
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| To a prince, see the serfs, see unique
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| See the threat but we don’t see defeat (x2) |