| Speak to me of universal laws
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| All around me people bleed
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| Speak to me your song of greed
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| Speak to me of your inner charm
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| Of how you’ll keep me safe from harm
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| I don’t think so, I don’t see
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| Speak to me of your inner peace
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| Little people at the amusement park
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| City people in the dark
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| Speak to us, send us a sign
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| Just give us something to keep us trying
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| Too many people are out of love
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| This city’s ripped right to the core
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| Too many people are out of love
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| This city’s ripped right to the core
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| Speak to me of heroin and speed
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| Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
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| Speak to me the language of love
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| The language of violence, the language of the heart
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| This isn’t the first time I’ve asked for money or love
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| Heaven and earth don’t ever mean enough
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| Speak to me of heroin and speed
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| Just give me something I can believe
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| Too many people are out of love
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| This city’s ripped right to the core
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| Too many people are out of love
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| The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
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| This city’s ripped right to the core |